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Horatio Plodgers: 


S 0toTy of ¥o*i)Ay. 


S. H. CHURCH. 

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Author of “The Bash Promise, A Comedy.” 



Bond Steeet. 






Copyright, I88i; 
By S. H. church. 


All rigtits reserved, 


HORATIO PLODGERS. 


CHAPTER I. 

A KASH PROMISE. 

It was election day in Bucksport. Horatio Plodgers 
had been nominated for Congress against the present 
representatiyCj Hon. Herodotus Tumkins, and a personal 
and bitter campaign ensued. The speeches that the can- 
didates delivered from the stump produced among their 
respective followers an animosity and intolerance which 
led to frequent disturbances of the public peace ; and as 
the time for the election drew near, the intensity of feel- 
ing increased until to-day it seemed to have reached the 
climactic point. 

Hor were the candidates themselves free from the gene- 
ral excitement. Early in the day Mr. Plodgers had 
stolen away from the polls to seek the seclusion of his 
home; and the reports brought to him from time to time 
of the progress of the balloting had roused him to great 

anxiety. It was now long past noon, and he nervously 

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HOBATIO PLODOEBS. 


paced the floor of the old sitting-room, often stopping to 
look expectantly from the window. 

^^Well, well, well,” he said, pausing a moment; “I 
haven’t been in such a state of trepidation since my wed- 
ding day ! Money, property, friends — these surround me, 
but not yet satisfled, I am reaching for the bubble repu- 
tation in the stormy sea of politics.” 

He folded his arms across his portly chest, threw back 
his head, and exclaimed, with a melancholy intonation. 
By ambition fell the angels ! ” 

While he was turning over in his mind the reflections 
which this sentiment suggested, there entered a man of 
eight-and-twenty years. His clothes were barely respect- 
able and saved him from a shabby appearance only by 
the skill with which their defects had been brushed and 
patched from sight. 

“ Blinks, Blinks,” demanded Mr. Pledgers, ‘‘ how goes 
the election ? Is Tumkins polling heavily ? ” 

Heavily!’^ repeated Blinks; “not one man in ten 
votes for him.” 

“Honorable Horatio Pledgers!” muttered the candi- 
date dreamily. “ Blinks, that sounds well.” 

“And flve thousand dollars a year ? ” 

“Better. Blinks^ when I enter the hall of our na- 


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tional legislature as the representative of this free and 
enlightened constituency, the first duty which shall claim 
my attention will be — ” 

To draw your mileage allowance ? ” 

^^Ah! I presume it will be proper to attend to that 
first. But, my respected constituent,” he continued gran- 
diloquently, the corruption of which our Government has 
been redolent for so long a period, and which has com- 
promised us in the eyes of other nations, must be checked, 
crushed, annihilated ! Is Tumkins at the polls ? ” 

“Ho. He pays small attention to your opposition. 
He said last night that you are an imbecile and a parve- 
nue.” 

Mr. Pledgers fiushed with indignation, and the collar 
of his shirt seemed for a moment much too small for his 
swelling throat. 

“ Blinks,” he cried, “ defeat that scoundrel — secm*e my 
election. If votes are wanting, buy them — do you hear, 
Blinks, buy them ! I tell you we must beat the bribing 
rascal ! ” 

Blinks looked approvingly at his patron, promised to 
do his best for him at the polls, and departed. 

“And yet,” said Mr. Pledgers to himself, “ I promised 
to reform the evils of public life. Oh, man ! thou art an 


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inconsistent animal; yet thy inconsistencies make np a 
perfect whole. Human natoe is a mosaic, composed of 
a thousand contradictions of character. Man’s theories 
are opposed to his practices. His impulses are good, but 
his passions obscure them. Humanity and divinity are 
the forces at war in- him, and they fill his life with idio- 
syncracies. The divine part of his nature strives for 
the attainment of perfection; the human part seeks 
that which is of the earth — ^the indulgence of passion, 
the gratification of self, the Devil ! — Stephanie, come 
in!” 

The last words were addressed to a young girl who 
entered the room and placed her hand affectionately upon 
his shoulder. She could not have been more than nine- 
teen, and was so slightly and compactly made that she 
looked even younger. Her hair was of that auburn shade 
than which there is no more beautiful color. Her faff face 
displayed ruddy health and symmetry ; the f eatm^es were 
of delicate cast; the eyes were blue, the brow was 
thoughtful, the nose perfect, the mouth small, the lips 
were red and full, and the elfin protruded just far enough 
to indicate a decided strength of character. 

“Why, Stephanie!” cried Mr: Pledgers, kissing the 
white forehead, “ have you come to congratulate the Hon. 


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Horatio ? I like the sound of that title more every time 
I say it.” 

“Hot yet, papa,” she answered, “you know it is not 
time. Besides — ” 

“Well, what besides?” 

“Only this, papa — I would rather congratulate you 
upon your defeat than your election.” 

Mr. Plodgers looked hurt, but his daughter’s disap- 
proval of his political aspirations was not a new story, and 
he did not attempt to controvert her in this instance. 

“Well,” said he, “I’ll wager a dollar against the Old 
Lady of Threadneedle street that I will win. How con- 
fess, Stephanie, wouldn’t it turn that sober head of yours 
to find yourself a leader in Washington society ? ” 

“Ho, sir, it would not,” she answered, stoutly. 

“ Honor bright ? ” 

“ Honor bright. I would forego the pleasure a hun- 
dred times over rather than secure it by a step on your 
part which my judgment cannot approve.” 

“ Stephanie, you have common-sense views upon many 
things, but I am irritated by the position which you and 
your mother have taken in this matter. Why do’ you 
oppose me ? Is it because you think that I am not fitted 
to sit in Congress? You hesitate — I might wish fora 
higher respect from my own child.” 


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Papa, it is not because you are not goodenovi ^ ! ” she 
cried. 

“ Daughter, it is partly for your sake that I desire this 
honor. What advantages that you do not already enjoy 
can my wealth secm-e to you in this obscure location ? 
Your advancement stopped when you graduated from 
school. But in Washington, supported by official rank 
and wealth, you would soon win a high position in society. 
Now, come. Puss,” he said, jocularly, ‘^suppose you were 
sought in marriage by a general in the army? Washing- 
ton is where one meets the generals, you know.” 

^^Why,” she replied, merrily, that would be one occa- 
sion when even the most successful general would taste 
the bitterness of defeat.” 

^^Well, then, a judge of the Supreme Court?” 

“ They are all married, I hope. If not, they should not 
begin now to look for young wives.” 

“A foreign minister ? ” 

I am too patriotic to wed him.” 

‘‘ Then, you incorrigible goddess of liberty, would you 
accept a congressman ?” 

‘‘ If he won my love.” 

^^Which, I warrant, he never would ! Stephanie, you 
have returned from school with a foolish notion of an 


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ideal man in your mind, who, take my word for it, you 
will never meet. Now, promise me that if I am elected 
to-day, you will only marry with one who is also a con- 
gressman ? ” 

The temples throbbed a little faster than usual, and the 
color came in suspicious haste to her cheeks. 

Stephanie, if the daughter of the Honorable Horatio 
Plodgers were to marry the Honorable Somebody Else, 
just think, my dear, how such a match would increase my 
political influence.” 

‘^Father! would you — ^would you barter my happiness 
for political influence ? ” 

Mr. Plodgers could only say Tut, tut.” 

“ Papa,” she cried, striving to repress her emotion, “ you 
know that I would grant any request from you that had a 
shadow of reason in it. But to make the promise you 
have proposed — and from such a motive ! ” — 

Lord bless me — ^tears ! There is nothing to cry over. 
I ask you simply not to marry anyone but a congressman 
except with my consent. Am I a Turk ? I might not 
refuse to permit you to marry a hod-carrier ! ” 

If he could carry political influence in his hod ! ” she 
answered ; and then, Papa, I think you love me too 
dearly to ever suggest unhappiness, and so I promise that 


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I will never marry anyone but a — . But, suppose a con- 
gressman doesn’t ask me ? ” 

“We will risk it, Stephanie. You promise ? ” 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you. The promise will be binding only in 
case I beat Tumkins. And now I’ll to the polls ; the 
thing is about decided. If elected, I will have to make a 
speech, Stephanie. I don’t like that feature. I can think 
like a philosopher and write sensibly well, but I am no 
orator, and to be called on for a speech under such condi- 
tions is terrific, very terrific.” 


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CHAPTEE II. 

THE WOOING o’t. 

Stephanie Peodoers, even in her adolescent days, 
was a fairy poem. Eeverence and religion were intensely 
developed within her, and she possessed that kind of 
steadfast faith for which, in earlier ages, men and women 
were led to the stake. In her young girlhood she was a 
missionary to the flowers. With the dawn of Spring she 
would go forth upon the hillside to cull the timid blos- 
soms, which she called the flrst fruits of them that slept ! 

Grace and modesty were her winning traits. “Her 
voice was ever soft and gentle.” In the passage of the 
seasons, in the blooming of the flowers, in the fading 
leaves, she beheld a close analogy to the brevity of human 
existence, and as often as returning Spring called Nature 
from her cold sleep, she saw, as thi’ough the eye of faith, 
a presage of her own soul’s immortality — of its resm-rec- 
tion into deathless life. 

Even the birds recognized her protecting love. When 
the orioles began to build their nests, she would place 
strips of cloth and bits of yarn near her window, and 


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they wouid come in fearless gratitude to get them, and 
flying to the trees would weave them into their nests, and 
then return for more. Once she held an end, of one of 
these strips in her hand and pushed the other end through 
the slat of her shutter. A bold oriole caught the yarn 
in his beak and tugged valiantly at it, and when the bird 
began to lose his temper, she released her hold saying, 
There, old fellow,” and he flew away, answering her 
merry laugh with a chirp of triumph. 

When she was eight years old her father brought home 
a lad named George Bolton. He was a manly fellow in 
his early “ teens,” friendless and poor, but with an honest 
face and industrious habits, which soon won for him Mr. 
Plodgers’ protection and regard. Bolton was sent to school, 
and afterwards pursued the study of the law. He was 
Stephanie’s constant friend and counsellor, and she learned 
to cherish for him all the affection of a sister. Bolton 
began to aspire to literary renown, and once between his 
chapters in Blackstone, he wrote an article and sent it to 
a magazine. 

^^Oh,” cried Stephanie, when he told her of it, “ I shall 
be so anxious until I hear whether they publish it.” 

But those fellows who edit the magazines have poor 
taste — the piece came back, rejected, and her disappoint- 


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15 


ment was nearly equal to his own. Many of his scrib- 
blings he submitted for her judgment. She would listen 
to them with close attention, and if she had objections to 
make or suggestions to offer, they came with such grace^ 
ful kindness, as if she were fearful of wounding his 
pride, that he sometimes sacrificed his most laborious plati- 
tudes to her wise criticism. 

She was sent away to school, and Bolton, now an at- 
torney, left her father’s house, and in an ofiice near by, 
commenced the struggle for existence. When Stephanie 
returned, graduated, he hastened to bid her welcome. 
The meeting was not what either had expected. Upon her 
part it was embarrassed and shy ; upon his it was con- 
strained and awkward. She called him Mr. Bolton ; he 
called her Miss Stephanie. They were no longer brother 
and sister ; why, was not clear ; but each perceived that 
it was so, and when Bolton left her he knew that he 
loved her as his own soul. 

Her taste was fine, and her imagination was filled with 
the ideal poetry of life, insomuch that her bright thoughts 
fell in conversation like rills of spring water — afresh, 
pure and sparkling. In the limited society of Bucksport 
she was sought after by all, but her genial charity won 
her attention more to those who, from diffidence or lack 


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of social qualities, were neglected by others, than to her 
own admirers. 

On the day of the election, after Mr. Pledgers left her 
she stood gazing out from the window until his retreat- 
ing form could no longer be seen. 

“A year ago,” she thought, “ papa was the most con- 
tented gentleman, the most devoted father in Bucksport. 
Now, liis ambitious expectations have elicited from me a 
promise which my heart whispers is a rash one.” 

Stephanie, where is your father ? ” asked Mrs. Pled- 
gers, as she entered the room. 

^^At the polls, mamma.” 

Goodness me, always there!” exclaimed the lady. 
^^We haven’t had a quiet moment since he was bitten by 
this political mad dog. I am distrustful of the results. 
But, dear — ^you look worried ? ” 

Stephanie colored. ^^It is nothing, mamma.” And 
then, placing her arms around her mother’s neck, she 
cried, “Washington could not provide a happier home 
than this, could it ? ” 

“No, child, I think not. But even if your father is 
elected, we shall still retain our homestead here.” 

“But there are many old faces to leave behind,” said 
Stephanie. 


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Janet, the maid, entered. 

^^Mr. Bolton asks for you. Miss Plodgers.” 

George Bolton!” 

“Why, Stephanie, you are ill ! ” cried Mrs. Pledgers, 
alarmed at the paleness that overspread her face. 

“No, mother, it is nothing. I will see him here, 
Janet and then added inaudibly, “ oh, that fatal promise 1” 

Mrs. Pledgers turned to follow Janet from the room, 
as Bolton appeared in the doorway. 

“Mrs. Pledgers,” he cried cheerily, “I congratulate 
you. This place at least is free from the excitement of 
politics.” 

“Only for the present moment. Have you any news ? ” 

“ Nothing. But we will know shortly; ” and then, turn- 
ing to Stephanie, who was nervously fingering the pages 
of a book, he said, “ It is long since we have read that 
together.” 

“Then read it now, children,” said Mrs. Pledgers, 
“ while I prepare tea. Mr. Bolton, I shall expect you to 
remain for supper. Don’t say no,” and the good lady 
hurried away. 

“ It is the ^ Hanging of the Crane,’ ” said Stephanie, in 
reply to Bolton’s remark. “Here is the passage that 
pleased you.” 


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May I read it ? ” 

“ ‘And now I sit and muse on what may be, 

And in my vision see or seem to see, 

Through floating vapors interfused with light, ^ 

Shapes indeterminate, that gleam and fade 
As shadows passing into deeper shade 
Sink and elude the sight.’ 

mark the picture/’ he said: 

“ ‘For two alone there in the hall 
Is spread the table round and small. 

Upon the polished silver shine 
The evening lamps, but more divine 
The light of love shines over all — 

Of love that says not mine and thine, 

But ours, for ours is thine and mine. 

They want no guests to come between 
Their tender glances like a screen. 

And tell them tales of land and sea. 

And whatsoever may betide 
The great forgotten world outside. 

They want no guests. They needs must be 
Each other’s own best company.’ ” 

The poem affected them both. 

Do you not think,” he asked, “ that such a scene must 
stir one’s heart to better feelings ? ” 

It is a picture of love,” she replied ; “ and true love 
is like true religion.” 


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Do yon then consider religion to be equal to love ? ” 
Yes — or, rather, it is a part of love. True love can 
only live in conjunction with religion.” 

Confusion overspread Bolton’s face. 

You well know that I am not religious.” 

“Apparently you are not, but there is a dormant spark 
of faith in the hearts of most men which demands only a 
certain influence to fan it into warmth and Are. In such 
a condition — ^forgive me if I say it — ^is your heart.” 

“ Prove it,” he said. 

“Well,” she began, blushing to And the burden of 
proof resting with her, “you love what is beautiful — the 
rocks, the hills, the trees and the flowers. In our play- 
days I have seen you look in rapture at a sunset, oblivious 
of all else. This is worship inherent. Of itself it is 
vague and illusive, but faith develops it and makes it a 
controlling power in life.” 

“ But this faith I cannot develop,” he replied. “ The 
religion of to-day is indeed a noble system. Time has 
failed to add a single quality to the fulness of the sermon 
on the mount. But that proves nothing for its inspira- 
tion, or for the divine origin of him who uttered it. 
Christianity, it seems to me, is the outgrowth of the ne- 
cessities of mankind, and not a revelation from on high. 


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As the illusions of life fade away before the advance of 
years, and our dearest hopes are abandoned unfulfilled, it 
is DESPAIR that kindles faith in men, and they look be- 
yond the grave for an existence that cannot be attained 
here. Human happiness is a fiower — sweet-scented and 
beautiful — ^but when you stretch forth your hand to pluck 
it the leaves fall apart and you grasp only a withered 
stem.” 

‘‘ But the fiower will bloom hereafter,” she said. 

Faith again,” he answered, smiling, blind, eager 
faith. Not a whisper has ever come back from the spirit 
land ; no angel’s wings have fiuttered — no white robes 
have rustled — to give us an assurance of our hope. 
When I daily see men sink into the grave I would gladly 
believe that there is some atom of their organism, or some 
spark of their intelligence, that defies corruption. But I 
cannot believe it,” he added, laughing, “ upon the testi- 
mony of anyone who has never died.” 

“You do not believe it,” said she, “because you meas- 
ure your reason against divine wisdom. When the bare 
conclusions of yom’ speculations are not clear, you doubt. 
You refuse to believe that there is anything beyond the 
reach of men’s perceptions. You demand that divine 
revelation shall be made an exact science. This means 


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21 


simply that the Creator must unfold to each successive 
age an occult manifestation of his purposes. The demand 
is at variance with the interests of all society. The great- 
est men of all ages have held that God is a living being, 
and that the human spirit has an immortal destiny. Does 
not history testify that this teaching is a purifying inspir- 
ation to mankind ? ” 

Bolton was staggered. Her calm, but earnest manner 
drew his heart towards her, and he would fain have con- 
fessed the vanity which made him a doubter ; but skepti- 
cism is a stubborn disease, and he found it hard to yield. 

But there is an irrepressible conflict between Beligion 
and Science,” said he ; a conflict which neither prophet, 
priest or king, has ever reconciled.” 

‘^Tou mistake, my friend,” she answered, there is no 
conflict. Christ says, ^Beware of science falsely so- 
called,’ throwing no slur upon science, but upon quasi- 
science. Science is Nature, and he who would be a sci- 
entist must be a naturalist. If his reading of the book 
of Nature forces his conclusions against his Maker, there 
can be no stronger proof of a wrong interpretation. 
Natoe is simply God’s creation, and art and science are 
her offspring, for art is Natoe methodized and science is 
Nature anatomized. The inquiry of false science is, in 


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respect to man’s origin — it cares nothing for his destiny; 
and in its teaching of this doctrine it is false not only to 
itself, not only to the Creator, but, even excusing the 
heresy so far, it is also false to humanity, which it pre- 
tends to elevate! You smile, Mr. Bolton — does the sub- 
ject amuse you ? ” 

‘‘ Pardon me ! ” he cried ; I am in the deepest sympa- 
thy with your argument, and I could listen further. But 
you have said that love can exist only where it is in har- 
mony with religion. Then I am religious even to the 
degree of your own sweet faith 1 ” 

The face which was a moment ago flushed by the zeal 
with which she had defended her belief, now turned pale 
as she thought, ‘^Oh, that promise ! ” 

“ Stephanie,” said Bolton, taking her hand gently, I 
have not wealth or position to offer. When I say I love 
you, I have said all. No words could convey more. My 
conscience protests that I am unworthy of your goodness ; 
but when I am with you there is a new and better crea- 
tion within me, inspired by only the hope of winning your 
affection. Will you not speak to me ? ” he pleaded, search- 
ing the blue eyes. 

^^Oh, Mr. Bolton,” she cried, placing her hand upon 
her throbbing heart, ^^this has shocked me! It is so 


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sudden. Do not urge this suit upon me — I cannot now 
consider what you have said. Let me compose myself — 
leave me now — again — ^in half-an-hour you shall be an- 
swered ! ” 

^^Oh, Stephanie,” he said, ‘^you are the very light and 
life of my heart — ^you are my other self, my sister soul ! 
Every dream of my life is wrapped around you. Ste- 
phanie, you have spoken with touching faith of a higher 
life. Through the eyes of love I now see that to whicli 
bhnd reason stood averse. My love for you is indestructi- 
ble, it is everlasting ! Search your heart, then, my play- 
mate, my friend, my love — and I will wait.” 

She turned to speak ; he was gone. 

Only from the quivering lip and the throbbing temples 
could the thoughts that were chasing each other beneath 
her fair face, be conjectured. For a long time she stood 
listening to the warring between love and duty. Her 
heart cried out in her lover’s behalf, but the memory of 
that fatal promise forced upon her mind the imperative 
conclusion that she must reject Bolton’s suit. There was 
only one chance of a different result, and dispair im- 
pelled her to grasp this chance with the hope of a love 
that was now a living fire — ^perhaps her father would be 
defeated. 


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CHAPTEH III. 

A DECLAEATIOH^ OF PRINCIPLES. 

Bolton was about to leave the house when his attention 
was arrested by loud cheering in the street. Hurrying 
into a lower room, he looked from the window and saw a 
crowd of men advancing towards the house. 

Here is news from the -election,” he said to himself. 
The half-hour is nearly up. Great heavens ! Can it be 
possible that Stephanie is basing her decision upon the re- 
sult of this election. Oh, never, never ! ” 

Can you tell me,” cried Mrs. Pledgers, at the door, 
what is the meaning of this riot ? ” 

^^An adjunct, my dear lady, of that kind of greatness 
that is thrust upon one.” 

^^And when is it all to end ? It is dreadful ! ” 

^^Well, the excitement will begin to subside,” replied 
Bolton, cheerily, “ when I can congratulate you upon be- 
ing the Hon. Mrs. Horatio.” 

‘^Ah, my friend, such distinction will not atone for the 
discomforts which will follow it. My husband’s life, or 
mine, has not been of a kind that will be benefitted by 


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these honors. They may offer brilliant opportunities to 
Stephanie, but the poor child does not court them ; and,” 
she added, looking upon him with motherly kindness, 
‘^her happiness is to be found nearer home.” 

‘‘ Dear Mrs. Pledgers,” he replied, “ she will be true to 
her heart’s best feeling, whatever may be the circum- 
stances that surround her.” 

In the meantime the noise outside had been increasing 
with the number of the crowd, until now the door was 
thi’own violently open, and the mob entered, carrying on 
their shoulders the redoubtable Mr. Pledgers, and cheer 
followed cheer as they placed him on the dinner table. 

I told you, ma’am,” said Tom Blinks, exultantly, as 
he forced his way to Mrs. Pledger’s side, “ that he would 
be elected if I helped him !” 

Some one shouted for a speech, which met the vocifer- 
ous approval of the men, and the successful candidate 
began to address them : 

“ My beloved constituents,” said Mr. Pledgers, “ this 
day will ever hold a prominent page in Memory’s book. 
In after years, when my soul shall float amidst the ethe- 
real memories of the dead past, and I shall look back to 
this glorious and triumphant hour, my only sentiment 
will be one of pride and gratitude for the success which 


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has thus attended my first political step ! [Cheers.] My 
fellow citizens, in entering thus far into the bright temple 
of Fame, I will not deny that I have conducted an ag- 
gressive policy against my defeated opponent. I will not 
deny it ! But in thus trampling upon the gentler feelings 
of my nature I was prompted solely by a fond desire to 
save my country from impending ruin. If my conduct 
needs any further palliation, I will only say, in my own 
defense, that, in his last public speech, my opponent de- 
scended so low in verbal villainy as to apply to me the 
terms, imbecile’ and /parvenue’ [groans]. Gentlemen, 
your sympathy strengthens me, and I rejoice that I have 
defeated this infidel, this mysogynist, whom ’twere base 
libel on the human race to term a man — or on the horse 
race to term an ass ! ’’ [Loud and prolonged applause.] 
Mr. Pledgers drew a very large red handkerchief from 
the rear part of his apparel and wiped the perspiration 
from his heated brow. When the cheering ceased he 
continued : 

My fellow citizens, look into the pages of history and 
tell me where are the great men of the past ? Where is 
Phythagoras ? Where is Demosthenes ? Where is Epi- 
cure? Where is — Antagonist? Where is — Pleiades? 
All — all are dead. Not one is left to listen to the eulo- 


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gies of posterity. [Cheers.] Thus we may see that life 
is transient, and that the vital spark, like the candle- 
flame, must flicker, and flicker, until Time puts his eternal 
snuffers on the wick ! ” 

The classical turn which the orator gave to his speech 
was somewhat confusing to his hearers, and, flnding him- 
self on dangerous ground, he again changed his line of 
thought, the peroration being equal to his exordium. 

“ My friends,” said he, ‘‘ in going as your representative 
to the capital city of our great country — a city which has 
most rightfully been named after that paragon of truth, 
that hero of the hatchet, that ancestor of his native soil, 
G. Washington [cheers], I give you my pledge that I 
shall continue to be a Kef ormer ; that I shall endeavor to 
so improve the agricultural facilities of the country that 
we can shortly furnish corn on the cob for all nations ; to 
so alter the game laws that ruthless huntsmen shall not 
destroy the animation of nature with an impious hand ; to 
purify the civil service ; to pacify the bitterness of party 
strife ; to heal the breach ; to wipe out the past ! [cheers.] 
And when this shall have been accomplished — when the 
American Bird shall soar aloft iii Freedom’s silvery light 
— ^when from her wings the shades of lasting Peace shall 
fall upon this prosperous nation, then, knowing that I 


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have elevated my race and defeated Herodotus Tumkins^ 
O ! let me die serene and happy in the sanguinary hope 
of a bright hereafter ! ” 

The cheers that greeted the conclusion of the speech 
seemed to shake the house to its foundations. Mr. Plod- 
gers was congratulated upon all sides, until his hands 
were nearly wrung from his body. 

In the midst of the address, Stephanie appeared in 
the entrance, and Bolton, forcing himself through the 
crowd to her side, whispered that the half hour was past. 

Is my father elected ? ’’ she asked, breathlessly. 

^^Tes.” 

She turned ashen pale ; and her face reflected an unuttera- 
ble disappointment ; but drawing her hand from his anxious 
grasp, she said with all the flrmness she could command : 

“Then^ Mr. Bolton, it is impossible.” 

She hurried from the room, and Bolton, stupifled by 
her refusal, staggered back against the door. 

Meanwhile the voters, ignorant of the tragedy that 
had befallen these young hearts, continued to hurrah 
lustily for Mr. Plodgers, who still stood upon the table, 
bowing and smiling; while Mrs. Plodgers, exclaiming, 
“ Goodness me,” sank prostrate into a comfortable chair, 
and swooned away. 


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CHAPTER lY. 

IN THE WOODS. 

One year had passed since Mr. Pledgers took liis seat 
in Congress. It was a bright Spring morning. The 
woods near Bucksport, in their fresh verdm^e, foretold the 
coming glory of the season. Nature had exchanged her 
mourning garb for her Spring garments. She raised her 
drooping head, and her tears of joy fell clear and spark- 
ling upon the struggling plants, which forced themselves 
through the frozen earth, invigorated and refreshed. 
Flocks of birds flitted in the sunlight, and gathered on 
the trees, where they seemed to be in earnest rehearsal 
of the anthems they were to sing tliroughout the Sum- 
mer. A stream of water murmured an accompaniment 
to their song, and the rustling boughs, kissed by a soft 
breeze, waved a benediction upon the renewed life. 

No more delightful place for a walk could be chosen, 
than through this wood. 

Alice Crivet, accompanied by Janet, the maid, who 
has just returned from her post of service in the Pledgers’ 
mansion at Washington, is come hither to enjoy the morm 


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ing wliile she hears messages from her absent friends. 

Miss Crivet is a consin of Stephanie’s, two and twenty 
years old, tall, with a ronnd, dimpled face, hair of the 
darkest brown, and eyes that sparkle with good humor. 

‘‘ Here we are, Janet, in the woods of Bucksport. I 
haven’t been here since politics banished my Stephanie 
from this dear old place.” 

^^Nor have I, Miss Alice, and that was a year ago,” an- 
swered Janet. “ Before her father’s election to the whats- 
its-name — Congress, Miss Stephanie used to bring me 
here quite often. But I forgot it till now; I have a 
letter for him.” 

^^For who?” 

‘‘ For Mr. Bolton.” 

^^Not from Stephanie? ” 

Yes; here it is. She said I must give it to you, and 
you would deliver it to him.” 

Alice received the missive in surprise, but said nothing. 

^^Here comes a man!” cried Janet. 

“A man in this wood,” said Alice dramatically, “ and 
two unprotected women here ? ” 

“ How romantic it would be if he would run away with 
us ! wouldn’t it be splendid. Miss Alice ? ” 

“ I would much rather he would run from us, Janet,” 


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she answered witli a little concern, as the yet nnconscions 
interloper drew nearer. “Who is he ? ” 

“He turns this way, he is coming here. Why, it is 
Mr. Bolton.” 

I can give him the letter,” said Alice. 

They stepped behind a massive sycamore, and Bolton 
approaching, paused within a few feet of them. His 
eyes were bent upon the ground, and his face was grave 
and pale. 

He was a handsome man. Six and twenty, of more 
than medium height, and rather spare of form, with dark 
hair, a broad forehead, and good features. The face in- 
dicated a nervous energy which made it at once attrac- 
tive and dignified. A black mustache covered the upper 
lip, half-obscuring the firm lines of the mouth. 

“What a melancholy Jacques roaming through Arden,” 
whispered Alice. 

Bolton sighed. “A year has passed,” he thought, “ but 
the wound still hurts. What weak creatures are we men 
to have our happiness hang upon a school-girPs whim. 
But a life unsmoothed by woman’s loving hand must ever 
be lonely and desolate.” 

He was walking onward. 

Alice said, softly, “ Call him back, Janet. How sad he 
looks.” 


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^^Mr. Bolton — ^hey,” cried Janet at the top o£ her 
voice, hold np I 

Bolton turned, and seeing the young women, retraced 
his steps. 

Miss Crivet,’’ he said, removing his hat, we have not 
met for a long time. And Janet, you are a still greater 
stranger. Is it possible that you. Miss Crivet, like my- 
self, seek consolation in these sunlit glades % ” 

^‘Alas, no,” returned Alice with mock seriousness. 

My heart, unfortunately, is so devoid of a history, that 
I have never learned the need of consolation. But I 
have a surprise for you.” 

« For me?” 

‘‘ Yes, a letter from my cousin Stephanie.” 

Bolton siezed the letter, tore off the envelope hastily, 
and, without begging permission, began to read; whilst 
Alice drew Janet to their retreat behind the sycamore 
that he might feel no embarrassment from their presence. 


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CHAPTER V. 

SCRAPS OF FAMILY HISTORY. 

As Bolton reads Stephanie’s letter, beyond him come 
two odd-looking persons. The elder is a man of fifty, 
short, and stoutly built. His frame is stooped, he is 
lame, and uses a cane in walking. A mass of matted 
hair, dark, but of gray tint, is seen beneath a hat of rusty 
black. His face is very red, and wears a look of cun- 
ning, and yet it is withal an honest and open face— one 
that you would trust. He wears no beard save a thin 
fringe of red hair under the chin. His clothes are plain, 
but not mean. His coat of brown jean has the swallow- 
tail” cut of the English butler. His shirt is of blue 
fiannel, tied at the neck with a black ribbon. His trousers 
are of corduroy and stop at the knee, where they are met 
by a pair of calf -skin boots. This is Tony Grog, a loyal 
subject of the queen of England. He is accompanied 
by his son, Richard Bosworth Grog, a youth who is rap- 
idly going out of his teens. Dick is tall, slim and angu- 
lar, dressed after the style of his parent, and yet with a 
palpable attempt at originality. He is walking in front 


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of his father, and turns suddenly upon hearing an excla- 
mation from the old man. 

‘‘ There goes my leg ! ” cried Tony, falling to the 
ground in a graceless heap; ‘‘ Floored, by gad ! ’’ 

“ Has your leg gave out ? ” asked Richard, carelessly. 
‘‘ I should say,” replied Tony. “ To have a Byronic 
leg, my son, is hevidence of genius, but its werry uncom- 
fortable. I wish we were out of this blarsted land of 
freedom and safe in merry England ! ” 

“ I’d like to go back, too,” said Richard, in a far-away 
tone. ‘‘ I don’t see the good of our master gadding us all 
hover America just to give money to a stranger which he 
might keep for himself — or give to us.” 

The elder Grog looked up with instant severity. 

Richard Bosworth Grog,” said he, ‘‘ you are a hun- 
mitigated disgrace to your name. Old Kean would never 
have died so splendid in Richard III, had he heard you, 
whom I named arter him, speak such sentiments as that 
be. Ho, Dick,” said Mr. Grog, in a quieter voice, “our 
young master should find his brother, and give him what’s 
his own, or bust his earthly boiler in the attempt.” 

Richard, paying no attention whatever to this homily, 
had been peering earnestly tlirough the trees, and now 
exclaimed. 


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35 


“Will you look, old man ! ” 

“At what, my boy ? ” asked Tony, turning his eyes in 
the direction indicated by Dick’s glance, and seeing our 
three friends. 

“ Ha ! ” he said, moving himself for the first time since 
he had fallen. “Wonder who they be ? ” 

“ Dunno,” replied Dick. “One of them seems to be 
telling the feller something about the letter he holds.” 

“Ton picture of rooral hinnpcence brings back my 
early days,” said Tony, pensively, “when life was green 
and so was I. I once loved.” 

“ Did the fiame twin ? ” asked Kichard, inelegantly. 

“Aye. But a stern fate as hexecuted by her parent, pre- 
vented two young ’earts from singing the same note of joy.” 

Dick lost his interest in Bolton’s party, and seated liim- 
self at Tony’s side. 

“Was the parent victorious ? ” he asked. 

“ Never ! One moonlight night we were secretly mar- 
ried. Arter that I followed Master Edwin to India. 
When you arrived, my boy, her parent died of apoplexy a 
scolding of you.” 

Tony always said “ her parent,” as if the poor thing 
had never possessed but one of those somewhat essential 
relatives. 


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But I loved her till the last/’ he continued, till she 
busted her earthly boiler and left for that place where 
hobnoxious parents cannot enter.” 

Mr. Grog drew from his pocket a red handkerchief 
which might, in an emergency, so large was it, have 
served for a national flag, and, affected by his melan- 
choly reminiscences, wiped his eyes and blew a bugle 
blast through his nose. 

This is a history, Eichard Bosworth, which nothing 
but a heavy ’eart and a rheumatic leg could ever dig out 
of my bosom.” 

Master Eichard ruminated upon this narrative, which 
was hitherto unknown to him, for only a moment. 
Springing to his feet, with a look of pleasure suffusing his 
face, he cried, exultantly : 

I never knew I was a sprig of love afore. The old 
man died a scoldin’ me — ^me, who was most likely only 
chewin’ my thumb ! I’ll cock my hat an inch higher ! 
A sprig of love,” he continued, more and more pleased as 
the full romance of the story dawned upon him. “ Old 
man, they ought to put me in a book ! ” 

^^But I’ve had enough of these woods,” said Tony, 
rising with difficulty ; “ they wake up the memories o’ the 
ancient past. Let’s go back to the town.” 


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37 


As they turned to leave the scene, Bolton and the two 
young women approached. 

^^What a funny old man ! ’’ cried Janet. Whatever 
can be the matter with his leg ? ” 

Tony overheard the remark, and, straightening himself 
up, replied : 

“ Young woman, I fit into the Crimean war, and am 
honorably lame. I made the charge ’longside the colonel 
of our regiment, and we was both shot in the same leg. 
They cut his off, and the rheumatism has etarnally 
blarsted mine.” 

Bolton, seeing that Alice was amused, and wishing to 
hear more of the man’s talk, now addressed him 

‘‘ My friend,” said he, your accent proclaims you an 
Englishman.” 

My accent does not prewaricate, sir,” replied Tony. 
“ I am a subject of Her Majesty, whom the Lord bless ! ” 

^^And travelling in this country for pleasure ? ” asked 
Alice. 

“ Ho, miss ; I am here in search of a strayed young 
gentleman.” 

“Why, here is a romance ! ” cried Bolton. 

“Well, ladies, and you, sir,” Tony began, “ ’tis a long 
story, but Pll tell it, if ye have patience to listen. Many 


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years ago I entered the service of Sir Horace Osborne, a 
wild young fellow who was coming into a big fortune 
on the death o’ his uncle. Before that event came about, 
Sir Horace married a poor governess, with whom he 
came to America, and here resided until the birth of a 
son. About this time he was recalled to England by the 
death o’ his uncle, and then discovered, to his ’orror, that 
he was to be disinherited unless he would marry a lady of 
title which his uncle had selected. His love for the lucre 
was stronger than his love for his wife and baby — ^he 
married the Lady Flora ! ” 

^^Oh, the bigamy ! ” cried Janet. 

“ He came into the estate,” continued Tony, ‘‘ and an- 
other son, Edwin, was born to him. Lady Flora died, 
and Edwin, arter going to school, henlisted in the army 
and went to India. While he was there, his father, Sir 
Horace, took sick and died ; but before he quite hexpired 
he called me to his bedside. ^ Tony,’ says he, ‘ you’ve al- 
ways been a faithful servant.’ ‘ Yes, sir,’ says I. ^ You 
are the only one who knows the secret o’ my life — the 
only one I can trust,’ says he ; ^ I am on my death-bed,’ 
says he. ‘ You are jokin’,’ says I, to comfort him. ‘ No,’ 
says he, ^ and I am in sore distress. Here is a letter for 
Edwin, in which I have told him the whole story, and 


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have directed him to go to America to search for the 
poor creatui'es whom I have so cruelly deserted.’ ” 

“ Ha,” cried Bolton, ^^a dark despair sat on his soul.” 

Ho, sir,” answered Tony, quickly ; “ nothing didn’t 
sit on his soul, ’cause I was there to see. ^ Tony,’ con- 
tinued Sir Horace, ^ at my death half my estate will re- 
vert to Edwin. My wife is long since dead, but I have 
told him to find my boy. Go you with him and ’elp in 
the search. When he is found, he receives five thousand 
pounds a year.’ Then he gave me a letter for his lost boy 
— and died.” 

I certainly wish that you may be successful in your 
search. If I can aid you, call upon me. Here is my 
card.” 

Tony placed the card in his pocket. “ I will give it to 
Mr. Osborne,” he said; ^^he is with us at the ’otel. 
Where be Dick ? Bichard ! ” he cried, spying his off- 
spring, who had wandered away, “ come and help me ! 
This Byronic leg will bring me to a huntimely end ! ” 

So saying, the two Englishmen walked off towards 
Bucksport, leaving Bolton, with Alice and Janet, to fob 
low by another path. 


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CHAPTER VI. 

A LETTER. 

Leaving Janet at the Pledgers’ homestead, Bolton and 
Alice walked leisurely toward the home of the latter; 
and as they proceed we will take the author’s liberty of 
reading the letter which the young man had placed so 
carefully in his pocket : 

‘‘Washington, D. C., December, 18 — . 

“My Friend: I feel that the time has come for me to answer a 
question which was only partially answered a year ago. On the day of 
our last interview, shortly before you spoke to me, I was rash enough 
to humor my father with a promise that, if he should be elected, I 
would marry no one but a congressman without his consent. It was 
thoughtless — it was wrong — to» make such an engagement, even with 
my father. But, having made it, ’twere unfilial ta disregard it. When 
you came to me the second time, I could say nothing — could explain 
nothing. Nor can I now, though I began my letter for that purpose. 
In my sorrow and despair, I can only hope that you have not imputed 
to me any unworthy motive. 

We were children together. Until the occurrence of this unfortunate 
affair I felt free to pour out to you, almost without restraint, the se- 
crets of my heart. Then do not judge me harshly I Oh, do not, for 
I tell you that our Congress, rich in wealth and intellect though it be, 
does not yet contain the man whom my heart can approve as the one to 
save me from my rash promise. Stephanie Plodgers.” 

The word “ yet ” was emphatic. Bolton had fancied 


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41 


he could read a meaning between the lines, and he was 
pondermg on the letter when they arrived home. 

^^Miss Crivetj^he said, as he seated himself in the cosy 
sitting-room, I have done yom* cousin a great wrong.” 

In what way ? ” 

“You know something of what is past. Well, her let- 
ter convinces me that I have misconstrued her motives. 
And shall such a promise,” he asked, abstractedly, “ blight 
our two lives forever ? ” 

Alice looked at him searchingly for a moment, and then 
replied, with teasing deliberation : 

“Yes — ^unless you yourself can obviate that promise.” 

Bolton looked up quickly. * 

“ How is that possible ? ” 

“ Listen. Stephanie has promised not to marry any- 
body but a congressman. Why are you not one ? ” 

Bolton was startled, and rose to his feet, a radiant hope 
lighting up his face as of old. 

“When a woman advocates the cause of love, obstruc- 
tions vanish into air,” he exclaimed. “ Why, indeed, 
should I not be a congressman ? ” 

“ I like yom* vim,” she said, walking to the window. 
“ If the women could only vote ! ” 

“ Though it sounds both ungallant and ungrateful for 


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me to say so,” lie said, “I am glad that they cannot.” 

‘‘ They might assist your own election.” 

“Any office would be distasteful obtained by what I 
should regard as the sacrifice of true womanhood.” 

“In what way?” 

“ If all women were as good as yourself, the men who 
would reach success through their votes would most likely 
be patterns of the best manhood. But the suffrage would 
extend to the bad as well as to the good. On election 
day modest women would stay at home, while only the 
bold, the ignorant and the degraded would use the priv- 
ilege.” 

“ Oh, tyrant man ! ” cried Alice, loftily, “ with what 
bad logic ye sustain your usm’pation ! But man’s slaves 
we have been since the world began, and wiU be until it 
ends. Of course, there is a certain masculine growth of 
women which will always cry for the overthrow of the 
tyi^ant; but these, somehow, men do not choose for 
wives.” 

“ It is not because women are less capable than men, 
that these privileges are withheld from them,” said Bolton. 
“ They are often the equals of men in intellectual power, 
while in moral force the best women are superior to the 
best men ; and all means for the development of these 


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43 


faculties should be made available to them. Education 
should aim to lift reason to a higher plane and enlarge 
the scope of individual usefulness, both for women and 
men. But education of the head and heart must be co- 
extensive. That system of instruction which provides 
only for the expansion of the mental faculties is defective 
and dangerous. Tyranny, and all the oppressions of 
society, in every age, are largely due to the ambition of 
merely intellectual men, who have been unguided by a 
sufficient sense of their moral obligations. But if, on the 
other hand, the heart receives the more careful training, 
the tendency is to overcast the mind with intolerance and 
superstition. If an equal education of head and heart 
were universally established, the standard of intelligence 
would be higher, while the motives and purposes of men 
and women would be better and purer.” 

“ That was largely the nature of Stephanie’s education,” 
responded Alice fervently. ‘‘ She is a dear, good girl, 
and her heart and intellect are what you have described. 
But there ! ” she exclaimed, as her eyes sought the window, 
“we had nearly forgotten our politics, and permitted 
Tom Blinks to slip by. Since you disdain the aid of 
woman, he is your next best help.” 

“ He certainly is the very man in a strait like this,” 


HOB AT 10 FOLBQHBS, 


M 

said Bolton, stepping to the door. May I call him in? ” 

Blinks crossed the street, and entered the honse. 

Hello, Bolton, my boy,” cried the bland politician as 
he swaggered into the room. Miss, I hope I see you 
blooming — ^like the flowers, ma’am. This is a flne morn- 
ing ! ” 

Bolton at once began to talk of the plan he had 
formed. 

Mr. Blinks, I will tell you my business briefly — I 
desire to run for Congress in the next election.” 

Blinks threw his hat back upon his head, thrust his 
hands in his pockets, and whistled. That’s modest,” he 
said ; ^ Vhat put politics in your head ? ” 

powerful and immortal agent,” answered Bolton, 
coloring ; and Alice, enjoying his confusion, whispered, 

« Cupid.” 

I would have your assistance,” continued Bolton. 
‘‘Will you help me ? ” 

“ I dunno,” responded Blinks, doubtfully ; “ I am ’ 
known to be a Pledgers man. But a good reason for it ” 
— ^he drew nearer — “ a flnancial reason, Bolton, would, 
perhaps, slacken my zeal in behalf of Pledgers. How, 
you couldn’t lend me flve hundred dollars, could you, 
Bolton ? — ^just to pay election expenses, you know.” 


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45 


That is a large sum,” answered Bolton ; but — 
pshaw ! — I will pay it to you ” — ^he paused. The full sense 
of his impecunious condition suddenly flashed upon him, 
and his project seemed paralyzed at the start. ^^Oh, 
wretched, wretched poverty ! ” he thought, “ I have not a 
hundred — I have not ten dollars in the world ! ” 

Alice, divining his hesitation, stepped forward quickly, 
fearful lest the plan which a moment ago had looked so 
bright, would be abandoned 

Say nothing to-day,” she counselled ; arrange a meet- 
ing for to-morrow morning, and you can then perhaps 
agree upon the details of this affair. Can you not meet 
at Great Kecks ? ” 

I will be there — I am going hunting to-morrow,” said 
Blinks. ^^Adoo.” He walked out unceremoniously, 
having not a care in the world, save to keep on the win- 
ning side in politics. 

Miss Crivet,” said Bolton, who had recoverea nis com- 
posure, and now spoke with energy, “ circumstances ap- 
pear to have combined against me ; but for her dear sake 
I will conquer all, and win J Until to-morrow, farewell.” 


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CHAPTER VII. 

A DISCOVERY. 

Tony Groo, leaving our friends in the woods, pro- 
ceeded with a halting and weary step towards Bucksport, 
intending to rest his shattered leg, and in a deep potation 
from the flowing bowl, dispel the melancholy memories 
that had come upon him in his morning walk. Richard 
Bosworth walked behind him in a mechanical fashion, a 
creature of dreams. Dick’s head had been completely 
turned by the recital of the romantic story of his birth, 
and his imagination was running into all sorts of com- 
plicated plots of which he was the hero. The offspring 
of a fond, but secret love ! the subject, for a season, of 
much gossip, whose advent threw his mother’s one parent 
into a frightful and fatal rage ! These were thoughts which 
flashed through Dick’s brain, and swelled him into an im- 
portant personage, until it suddenly occurred to him to 
ask himself the question, “But suppose the old feller 
’ad squeezed my windpipe ? ’Orrible thought ! The 
curtain would a fell on the first act.” 

Arrived in the town, the two entered the hotel, and 


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47 


while Dick proceeded to teU his story to one of the 
porters, his father proceeded up-stairs, and stopped in 
front of a room, upon the door of which he gave a loud 
knock. A masculine voice responded Come in,” and 
Tony obeyed. 

The door opened into a suite of rooms, consisting of 
parlor and sleeping apartment — apparently the best 
in the house. Comfortably seated in the former- room, 
with his slippered feet upon the back of a chair, a cigar 
in his mouth and a newspaper upon his knee, was Edwin 
Osborne, a handsome Englishman of four and twenty. 

^^Well, Grog,” he cried, impatiently, “you were gone 
an age.” 

“ I hobtained no news to hurry me back. Master Edwin,” 
replied Tony, “ and — ” 

“ Cease using that idiotic ^ Master Edwin,’ ” inter- 
rupted the youth. “ Call me Mr. Osborne ; I am no 
longer at school.” 

“ I beg your pardon, Mr. Osborne. I have called you 
Master Edwin for so many years that it be hard to use 
the other name. Well, Dick and me went to the office of 
the young lawyer you named — Mr. Bolton — but he were 
not there.” 

“And did it take you all this time to come and tell me so ?” 


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sir ; it be such a fine day that we strolled off to 
the woods, where my blarsted leg fioored me and I could 
not hurry ’ome.” 

The young man kept his eyes upon his paper for a mo- 
ment ; then, relaxing the sternness of his manner, he said : 

“ Be seated, Tony. Now, my man, I don’t mind telling 
you that I am on my brother’s track, and that I expect to 
find him shortly.” 

Tony’s humble silence vanished instantly, and he rose 
to his feet. 

^‘What say you, Mr. Edwin ? ” he cried, forgetting, in 
the excitement of his pleasure, the reproof which this form 
of address had won for him but a moment before. Be 
my dear dead master’s son about to be found ? Oh, 
where is Dick to hembrace me ? I could a’most hurrah 
for the blarsted bird of Freedom ! Mr. Edwin, I am — ” 
Tony was quite overcome, physically as well as mentally, 
and, as he toppled over, the sentence ended abruptly with 
Floored, by gad ! ” 

Osborne laughed heartily at his prostrate follower. 
“ Grog,” said he, “ that’s a great leg of yours. ’Twould 
have been better if the cannon ball had taken it clear off, 
then you could have worn a wooden one. Well, what 
adventures did you have this morning ? Come, tell me a 


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startling tale, Tony. I am wearied to death with noth- 
ing!’ 

The old man gathered himself up slowly, and, after 
rubbing his maimed hmb the while, he told Osborne of 
his meeting with three strangers in the wood, and of the 
interest which they displayed in his story. 

“ You couldn’t keep that from them. I’ll warrant,” ex- 
claimed Osborne. ‘‘ If that narrative could hang a man, 
you long since had sent me to the gallows. Well, what 
was the name of the inquisitive fellow who asked you so 
many questions ?” 

“ He gave me his card, which I didn’t read ; my eyes 
are dim, you know, and Dick be no scholar. But here be 
the card, sir.” 

Osborne read it and gave a great start ; but controlling 
himself by an effort, he asked : 

“Who gave you this ? ” 

“A very proper gentleman,” answered Grog ; “ rather 
slim bulk, but straight and manly, and a voice as sounds 
as true as a sixpence.” 

“And what was his bearing towards the two women ? ” 

“ They were ladies, Mr. Osborne — at least one of ’em 
was. T’other one was a servant, though she seemed to 
think herself e’kal to the best — as everybody does in this 


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land of freedom ! The young man was most respectful 
to both.” 

Osborne approached, and looked his servant in the face. 
Tony, that man is my brother ! ” 

Tony, thunderstruck, attempted to rise, but remember- 
ing his former mishap^ he sank back into his chair, and 
stared in a dazed way at his young master. 

“ Mr. Edwin,” said he solemnly, after a long silence, 
the Lord be praised t ” 

Osborne folded his arms and paced nervously up and 
down the room. After a year’s search he saw his mission 
about to be fulfilled. Was he pleased with the prospect ? 
He strove to feel that he was. But Osborne was only 
human, and it gave his heart a pang to think that he 
must soon give half his wealth to one whom he had never 
seen. 

‘‘ Grog,” said he, stopping suddenly in front of Tony, 
a train will leave for the East in one hour. Take Dick 
and go to Washington. You both have long tongues, 
and I wish to keep this matter secret for the present. 
Bemain at om’ quarters there until you hear from me. 
Have you any money ? ” 

Yes, but, Mr. Edwin — ” 

Well, then, be off ; the train will not wait.” 


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CHAPTEE YIII. 

TWO BROTHERS. 

Boltok spent a sleepless night. Plan after plan was 
carefully considered, adopted and then abandoned. He 
could think of no way to overcome his difficulty. He 
arose from his bed to read Stephanie’s letter. Do not 
judge me harshly,” it said ; for I tell you that our Con- 
gress, rich in wealth and intellect though it be, does not 
yet contain the man whom my heart can approve as the 
one to save me from my rash promise.” The meaning 
of this sentence dawned upon him. Once elected to the 
national Legislature, every immediate obstacle to his 
union with Stephanie would vanish. The only district, 
however, in which he could hope for success, was that of 
Bucksport, the place of his residence for so many years. 
But Stephanie’s father represented Bucksport ; and it was 
well known that he desired and expected to be returned at 
the close of his present term. Would it not be most au- 
dacious to attempt to win the daughter’s hand at the ex- 
pense of the father’s political hopes ? Yes ; but the very 
audacity of the thought captivated Bolton. It would be 


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a double triumph to meet the promise in this way. He 
would throw all his manhood and energy and love into 
the struggle. Stephanie would sympathize with him, and 
he felt that, supported in such a way, he would surely 
succeed. 

But then — the five hundred dollars ? where could he 
get so much ? That sum might secure to him Blinks, the 
nomination and the election. Without it his case was 
hopeless. This thought kept him in feverish excitement 
until the dawn of morning called him from bed. 

Long before the horn" of meeting, Bolton was saunter- 
ing through the woods, visiting the old nooks that Ste- 
phanie and he had explored together a hundred times. 
Great Bocks took its name from two giant pillar-like 
stones, which rose bare and rugged on either side of a 
ravine, and faced each other in solemn grandeur. The 
thick foliage of the trees thi’ew a dark shade down the 
dell. On one side was a log on which Stephanie used to 
sit while Bolton, reclining on the grass at her feet, would 
read to her. On the occasion of their last walk here, 
she had climbed upon the fallen tree, holding in her hand 
her straw hat, and she and Bolton were as happy as the 
breezes that played with her waving hair. He recalled 
the memories of that day; thought how he had once low- 


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ered his voice, and told her he feared his heart was no 
longer his own; thought of the blue eyes that then 
sought the ground, of the blush that spread over the fair 
face. His bosom swelled with emotion, and turning sud- 
denly to continue his walk, he came into forcible contact 
with a young man who had approached him unseen. 

‘‘ The devil ! ” cried the stranger. 

‘‘ I beg his pardon,” said Bolton. 

^^Your motions are abrupt,” said Osborne — ^for he it 
was. 

‘‘ They are somewhat out of shape — ^like your words,” 
retorted Bolton. 

Osborne laughed. ^^We are a congenially uncivil pair,” 
he said. If you will not quarrel with me I should like 
to join your walk, for I am a stranger, and have lost the 
compass in these woods.” 

Bolton said Certainly,” and the two walked in silence 
for some moments. 

Osborne thought this fellow is as melancholy as the 
sphynx ! ” 

Bolton continued wrapt in his meditations until Osborne 
asked : 

^^Do you know the Hon. Horatio Plodgels, of this 
place ? ” 


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Bolton’s interest was aroused. 

Yes.” 

‘‘ Perhaps you also know a young man — one Bolton — 
who was raised in his family ! ” 

‘‘ Tolerably well,” replied Bolton, “ I am he.” 

His eyes were fixed upon the path in front of him, or 
he would have observed the start which his companion 
gave upon hearing this avowal. Osborne instantly mas- 
tered his feelings, and said carelessly, You are a lawyer, 
I think?” 

^^Yes.” 

Another long silence. 

‘‘ Perhaps you will tell me your name ! ” said Bolton, 
at length. 

‘‘ Edwin Osborne.” 

I heard that name yesterday.” 

‘‘ From Tony Grog ? ” 

“ Yes — ^he told me a romantic story in connection with 
the name. Have you any trace of your brother ? ” 

I can place my hand on him to-day.” 

‘‘ That must he a happy assurance ? ” 

It will be a happy one for him. He gets half my 
wealth, by Jove ! ” 

Bolton perceived that selfishness and greed were strug- 


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gling for mastery over this man’s feelings. He felt his 
heart strangely drawn toward Osborne by a chord of sym- 
pathy which was not common. Osborne, on the other 
hand, exhibited a nervousness of manner which, by his 
efforts to disguise it, was made only the more conspicuous. 

Bolton,” he said, with assumed gaiety, we have the 
day before us. Tell me something of the ways of life in 
this retired nook.” 

‘‘We eat, drink and sleep, like the rest of the world,” 
answered Bolton, “ and some of us have ambition of a 
humble kind. For instance, I myself have lately con- 
ceived aspirations for congressional honors.” 

“ Do men so young sit in youi' Congress ? ” 

“Occasionally. But you should not object; one of 
yom* statesmen was prime minister at twenty -four.” 

“ I do not object, man ! If I cared for politics I 
should love your American system. It is a mongrel 
affair, but it gives to every man an equal chance, in pro- 
portion to his merit, as does your social life. To be sure, 
your class distinctions, in their way, are as strict as— eh — 
those of our blooded aristocracy; but in your system, 
money and worth will gain for any man what, in ours, 
only hereditary conditions bestow. I like a country 
where energy and merit can reach the top without cutting 
a vein to show that the gore is blue.” 


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‘‘ Tour admiration upon that point meets my own,” re- 
joined Bolton ; but there is much corruption and abuse 
— especially in our elections ; and the two great parties of 
the country, as now constituted, have certain profane ele- 
ments, whose unworthiness is not atoned by their ability 
to increase majorities. One of the parties once repre- 
sented the best ideas of popular government, but it now 
retains but few of the principles which called it into ex- 
istence. It embraces a reprehensible element in an illit- 
erate foreign class, who are mostly unable to read or 
write, and are always unfamiliar with our laws and cus- 
toms, and who yet have a large voice in the councils of 
the party, and, indeed, very often override the true inter- 
ests of those who ‘ are native here and to the manor 
born.’ ” 

“ I would surmise, then,” Osborne observed, naively, 
“ that if you do go to Congress, it will not be upon the 
ticket of this party ? ” 

‘^Hardly,” answered Bolton, smiling. “The other 
party I am of com’se bound to uphold — though I might 
pick some flaws in it, if so inclined. However, its achieve- 
ments in past years will All a brilliant chapter in history. 
It has destroyed slavery at a cost of lives, and by the en- 
durance of horrors and trials, which have amply proved its 


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57 


stable qualities ; and it is now promoting the commercial 
prosperity of the country by a policy that has won the 
popular confidence.” 

“ Have you a third party ? ” 

Hone that deserves the designation. have a rest- 

less, ignorant set of men — de profundis — which is an ex- 
crescence upon our political system. Their motives are 
basely selfish. Sometimes they are swayed by a desire for 
money, which they have not the capacity to earn ; some- 
times by a love of power ; and sometimes by an undefined 
idea of agrarianism. They call themselves by various 
names ; but they present their claims in a manner which 
repels rather than invites the sympathy and support of 
respectable men.” 

Well,” said Osborne, who had been an interested 
listener, you speak like a man of parts, whatever may be 
the justice of your views, and I hope you may win the 
fight. What is your motive ?” 

It was Bolton’s turn to be confused, but the impression 
made upon him by his companion was so favorable that 
he at last told him in part the story of the promise, care- 

*Note. — The Independent party is still (1882) considered as only a 
protesting section of the great Republican party, from which it can 
never be permanently allowed to depart.— S. H. C. 


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fully' avoiding any allusion that would be calculated to 
suggest the identity of Stephanie. When he came to 
mention his engagement for that morning with Tom 
Blinks, he paused in his narrative, unwilling to confess the 
indigence of his condition. He had told enough, how- 
ever, for Osborne to readily surmise the cause of his em- 
barrassment, and the Englishman began to turn over in 
his mind a plan which would relieve his brother’s necessL 
ties without involving any risk of the discovery of his own 
connection with it. This idea was, to see Tom Blinks, 
pay him the five hundred dollars which he had demanded, 
and thus secure his infiuence for the young candidate. 

A gun-shot was heard. “ That is Tom Blinks, proba- 
bly,” said Bolton. He said he was going hunting this 
morning.” 

I will try to find him for you,” cried Osborne, eagerly, 
and, without waiting for a reply, he disappeared among 
the trees, in the direction of the sound which they had 
heard. 

“A singular fellow,” thought Bolton. ^^He seems 
already nearly as much interested in this affair as I am. 
^^Why, Miss Crivet,” he said, as Alice approached, with 
Janet in attendance, as upon the previous day, “ already 
abroad, and the dew is hardly dry upon the grass ! ” 


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Oh, I have been up for hours,” she said, gaily, and 
am come here through an ancient and abundant curiosity 
to learn how you succeed.” 

‘‘ I made a new acquaintance this morning — an inter- 
esting young man, who left me abruptly but a moment 
ago upon hearing of a gun-shot.” 

“ How romantic ! ” sighed Janet ; and when Bolton de- 
scribed his meeting with Osborne, and told them of the 
lively interest which his political aspirations had aroused 
in the young man, she said : prince in disguise ! 

He will touch Mr. Pledgers with a magic wand and put 
him to sleep until after the election, so that you will 
win ! ” 

“ But there* he is ; judge for yourselves,” said Bolton. 
“He has found Tom Blinks and is bringing him here— 
but they come like snails.” 

In the distance Osborne and Blinks were approaching, 
apparently in deep conversation. Blinks carried a gun, 
and a bag of game was swinging by his side. His atten- 
tion seemed to be held upon a point which the young 
Englishman was explaining, and they did not display any 
haste in joining Bolton. But their steps soon brought 
them so near that Osborne was heard to say : 

“ Do not ask me why, nor say anything to him about 


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it ; but do the best you can, and call upon me as often as 
it may be necessary.” 

“ Blinks, you and Mr. Osborne get on well enough for 
a first meeting, certainly,” said Bolton, as he stepped for- 
ward to meet them and shook the hand of the wily poK- 
tician. “Now, what have you to tell me about my 
plan ? ” 

“Well,” Blinks answered, with an air of deliberation, 
“ I have thought it over, Bolton, and may have placed my 
estimate of the cost of the thing too high. My game is 
this : I’ll help you to make this fight against Pledgers, 
will pay the expenses myself, and charge it up to you, 
with fair interest, after the election.” 

“ That will be six months — agreed ! I can raise the 
money easily in that time. But you will want an instal- 
ment to begin upon ? ” 

“No, I don’t — ^no hurry about it. Pledgers, of late, 
has been so slow in paying me that I have learned to live 
on hope. I’ll do as much for you as for him, and there’s 
my hand on it.” 

Bolton was not entirely deceived by this exhibition of 
generosity, though the reason for Blinks’ change of man- 
ner was not apparent. Nevertheless, he was glad to ac- 
cept the proffered aid, and gave his hand frankly to 


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Blinks in token of his good faith, after which he rejoined 
Alice, and introduced his new acquaintance, Edwin Os- 
borne. 

“ Now, friends,” said Bolton, jocularly, as a candidate 
for Congress, I will try to win your votes by inviting you 
to dinner. Will you all join me ? ” 

“Why not have it here in the woods ? ” asked Alice. 

“ How romantic ! ” cried Janet. 

“ But there is nothing here but herbs,” objected their 
host. 

Tom Blinks volunteered to procure a dinner, and after 
saying something aside to Bolton, and receiving an assents 
ing nod, he hurried away in the direction of Bucksport. 
Osborne, who was not averse to an exchange of badinage 
with Janet, amused himself and pleased her by his com- 
pliments ; whilst Alice confided to Bolton her intention 
to visit her cousin Stephanie shortly. 

“ If you ever see a congressman in their house,” said 
Bolton, as Stephanie’s promise recurred to him, “ unless 
it be Mr. Pledgers himself, you will oblige me by placing 
arsenic in his coffee ! ” 

“ But suppose you should be elected, and I see a con- 
gressman there in your own person — shall I place arsenic 
in your coffee ? ” 


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In that case sugar will answer. But look ! Here 
comes Tom Blinks, with the whole town, male and female, 
following him ! ” 

It appeared to be true. Blinks was followed by a score 
of young men and women, who were all approaching in 
the best humor and with noisy laughter. 

^^And beyond the rabble,” said Osborne, coming up,” is 
a wagon load of provisions.” 

‘‘ It’s surely a murder,” cried Janet ; how romantic ! ” 

But it was not a murder. Bolton’s new lieutenant was 
simply effecting a stroke of diplomacy in the interest of 
his candidate. As Blinks proceeded through Qucksport, 
he had pressed some of the young men to get their sweet- 
hearts and join Mr. Bolton at a picnic — an invitation 
which they accepted with so much alacrity, that they were 
ready to follow him against the time he had purchased his 
supplies for the dinner. 

As this army of hungry persons came within hearing 
distance of our friends, Tom Blinks stepped forward and 
delivered a speech, which he addressed to Bolton, in which 
he announced that these were a few of the legion of his 
friends, who had come to shake his hand and accept his 
hospitality. “ Boys and girls,” he continued, turning to 
his followers, “ Mr. Bolton is one of that sort of men 


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63 


who share their last penny with a friend — so make your- 
selves at home at his expense ! ” 

Bolton was surprised at the number of the crowd, and 
felt disposed to resent the liberty Blinks had taken. But 
he received the young people gracefully, and after an ex- 
change of compliments, music was furnished, and the 
townspeople engaged in a dance, Tom Blinks and Janet 
leading ofP. It was truly a pretty sight. They all trip- 
ped nimbly over the greensward, keeping good time with 
the music. The gay ribbons and light dresses were seen 
in changeful colors through the quick figures of the 
dance, and the merry laughter which burst forth at inter- 
vals, was a joyous accompaniment to the music. 

It looks like a scene from the old mythology,” said 
Bolton, “ where the nymphs and fauns seem to have as- 
sembled under the greenwood trees, to renew the pleas- 
m’es of the past.” 

The music ceased, and the dancers wandered off through 
the forest in well assorted couples, until Tom Blinks called 
them together to partake of a dinner which they thought, 
in their hunger, was the best that had ever been prepared 
in Bucksport. 


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CHAPTEE IX. 

AN EVENING RECEPTION. 

It was May, and the Washington season was far ad- 
vanced, but there was no indication of an early adjourn- 
ment of Congress. The Hon. Horatio Plodgers was 
greatly annoyed by the delay. He had recently paid a 
flying visit to his home, and from what he saw of the 
state of public feeling in Bucksport, his hopes of a re- 
election were not encouraged. There were also many 
other things which were calculated to disturb his compla- 
cency, and he was consequently not in the best humor. 
The expenses of living at the capital were very heavy. 
He had furnished a large house rather elegantly and with 
fair taste ; and a series of receptions which he had given, 
had won him some respect as an eccentric, but pleasant 
host. Besides, he had invested in several speculations, 
which had failed disastrously, and these continued deple- 
tions of his revenue at last forced him to mortgage his 
Bucksport property. As his means diminished, the de- 
mands upon his resources increased until, from his strin- 
gent situation, it occurred to him that public position and 


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social success were, perhaps, after all, delusive and dan- 
gerous. 

Mrs. Plodgers, though not fitted by her former training 
for the station which she now occupied, had, notwith- 
standing, by her good nature and large-heartedness, won 
the liking of many whom she met in society. She was 
honest and motherly, and entmely free from affectation. 
But she had long since perceived the danger incurred by 
her husband’s system of domestic economy, and longed 
for the quiet life which they had relinquished. 

But there was one member of his family to whose per- 
sonal graces and charming manners Mr. Plodgers owed a 
large share of the consideration which he received. This 
was Stephanie. Her intelligence and conversational 
powers made her an involuntary leader in society, while 
her modesty and gentle disposition touched a deep chord 
in many hearts. She strove to avoid any offer of mar- 
riage, however, and felt that she had schooled herself to 
be contented with single life, for she considered the ques- 
tion as between herself and Bolton ended, and the thought 
of being wedded to another filled her with repugnance. 

One Tuesday evening the Pledger’s parlors were filled 
with a select body of Washington society. Among the 
guests were the Secretary of War, two senators, a dozen 


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congressmen with their wives and daughters, several 
officers of the army and navy, together with some news- 
paper correspondents, and others of the untitled few. 

The dancing had ceased, and most of the company had 
gone to the dining-room, where the Hon. Horatio, seated 
at the head of the table, was an acceptable and genial 
host. Many of the younger guests, however, mth Ste- 
phanie among them, remained in the parlors, and were 
promptly served. The by-play of polite society could not 
be observed under a more favorable opportunity. The 
secretary’s wife alternately played upon the piano and 
listened to compliments from certain calculating attaches 
of her husband’s department. A senator’s daughter 
talked of the theatre and the dearth of talent upon the 
stage. A minister of the Gospel was discussing over his 
ice-cream, with a miss of eighteen, an iniquitous proposi- 
tion that had been made in the House of Representatives 
to tax church property. Three ladies, no longer of youth- 
ful age, agreed that the gentlemen of to-day paid less at- 
tention to ladies than those of former years. Young men 
wearing single eye-glasses and clothes of the best fit, as- 
sumed conspicuous positions upon the fioor and became 
the willing subjects of remark. 

Stephanie was seated at a side-table, surrounded by a 


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circle of friends. She never looked more charming. 
Her flowing cream-silk dress was ornamented by a single 
rosebud ; the only jewels she wore were her ear-drops and 
a ring ; and in her soft beauty and quiet dignity she 
seemed a queen to those around her. 

Young Mr. Peters had been telling them of his last 
flame, the young lady who had this time touched his heart 
having departed from the city without even leaving him a 
farewell. He was sure that in this person he had met his 
sister soul. 

“ Pshaw ! ” cried Palston, Peters flnds his sister soul 
resident in a different personality three times a month.” 

Perhaps he believes in the doctrine of Metemsychosis,” 
suggested Harding. 

An uncomfortable belief for one who has so erratic an 
affinity,” observed Palston. 

‘‘ Confess, though,” said Peters, who took the quizzing 
good-naturedly, does not every man have an affinity, and 
only one ? ” 

All laughed, and Palston whispered that his friend was 
quite young. 

“ I think that every man has three affinities,” said Ste- 
phanie. 

‘‘ Three ! ” cried Peters, aghast. 


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“ Monstrous ! ” exclaimed Harding. “ The assertion 
seems to me another term for fickleness.” 

“ Explain, explain ! ” demanded Ualston. You have 
uttered a grave charge. Miss Pledgers.” 

“ Gentlemen,” began Stephanie, gathering her ideas for 
the defense, “ I find the argument, unexpectedly thrown 
upon myself. Only a moment ago you were arrayed 
against poor Mr. Peters. I said that every man had three 
affinities — I meant, every man that is capable of strong 
friendships and possesses a fafi intellect. The three are — 
the Platonic, the Ideal, and the Elective.” 

“Why, this is didactic ! ” cried Harding. 

“What are then* relations to each other and to him ? ” 
asked Peters, “and how do you reconcile the presence 
of three with the idea of constancy in om* manly bosoms ?” 

“ The Platonic,” she continued, “ may be found in either 
a gentleman or a lady. It means the best friend — in 
whom his heart can have full trust, and to whom he gives 
that affection which is purely intellectual. Hamlet had 
the idea in his mind wffien he said to Horatio : ‘ Since my 
sweet soul was mistress of her choice, and could of men 
distinguish her election, hath sealed thee to herself.” 

“ Plato himself could not define it better,” remarked 
Harding. “ Now^ the second — ” 


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69 


Is the Ideal,” said she. This means young woman- 
hood in its full and entire perfection. It comprises a rich 
fancy, an exalted mind and a pure heart, and he who 
wears enshrined in his soul the true ideal affinity should 
never go astray.” 

very Minerva ! ” cried Harding, and the others 
chorused “ bravo ! ” 

The third is the Elective, or chosen — the one whom 
the heart finally approves as worthy of love. The Elec- 
tive affinity should be sought deliberately, studied circum- 
spectly and com’ted assiduously. With the Elective, in 
rare instances, may sometimes be found also the Platonic 
and the Ideal — three in one — and enviable is the man who 
is thus thrice blessed ! But there, the music is playing 
and you all have engagements.” 

She arose, her fair face glowing with energy, and they 
left her reluctantly for less favored companions. 

She stood for a moment in silence, and, turning, started 
in pleased surprise at sight of a young man who ap- 
proached. 

“ Mr. Osborne,” she said, cordially extending her hand, 
your presence is a pleasure I had about despaired of for 
this evening.” 

I returned only two hours since,” he answered, “ and 


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knew nothing of your invitation until then. This is my 
excuse for tardy attendance. But I have found my 
brother ! ” 

‘‘ Mr. Osborne ! ” she exclaimed. 

‘‘ Yes — ^my elder brother ! ” he answered, with a touch 
of bitterness ; ‘‘ upon whom I am commanded to bestow a 
fortune.” 

I would consider that a precious privilege, sir.” 

“ Yes, if you had not aheady yourself held the fortune ; 
so would I.” 

^^What is his condition ? I trust it is not one that will 
militate against your congenial relationship.” 

‘‘ He has been well reared, and is thoroughly a man. I 
would be proud of him but for my avarice.” 

^^That is wrong. Have you brought him to Washing- 
ton ? Is he here ? ” 

No, I left him in — ^but I am not to tell you where I 
left him ! However, I will promise you a stupendous 
surprise some day. What a fine waltz — ^will you try it ? ” 

Excuse me, no,” she replied ; wouldn’t you rather 
look at them ? ” 

Osborne entertained her by relating some of the inci- 
dents of his trip. He never appeared to advantage more 
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coming ; his face wore the ruddy glow of travel ; he talked 
well, and having Stephanie so long to himself, he exerted his 
powers to the utmost to hold her interest. They had met 
often before his departure, and she had been favorably 
impressed with his manners ; but while absent, he had writ- 
ten one or two notes to her, which breathed a warmer 
spirit than she would have wished, and they were left un- 
answered. 

Their conversation this evening was of the most pleas- 
ant kind, and she was laughing at a droll adventure which 
he had narrated, when he said abruptly ; 

I saw George Bolton.” 

^^Where % ” She colored instantly. 

In Bucksport ; he is a rising citizen. He purposes” — 
Osborne stopped. She felt that his eyes were upon her, 
which served to increase her confusion. 

^^Oh,” he said, angrily, ^^you told me that you had 
grown up with him, but I did not suspect that — that ” — 
his voice trembled. Miss Pledgers, can it be possible 
that this is the reason you have declined to hear me % 
Stephanie” — 

She arose, provoked at liis presumption. 

You forget, sir, that we are not alone, and that such 
language is, at any time, distasteful to me. Pray exouser 


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me — I have too long neglected my other guests.” 

The young man bit his lip in mortification. He saw 
that it was indiscreet and stupid to have again ventured 
upon this subject ; but still more humiliating was the sus- 
picion that his brother would be his successful rival. He 
must soon, he thought, relinquish to that brother a large 
portion of his estate. Must he also be compelled to see 
him in possession of Stephanie’s love ? This was over- 
whelming, and he determined that, despite his rebuff, he 
would make one more effort to gain her favor. 


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CHAPTEE X. 

A NEW ISSUE. 

The next morning Mr. Pledgers arose late, and ap- 
peared at breakfast very cross. The reception the previ- 
ous evening had added largely to an indebtedness which 
already far exceeded his available assets. His position 
was like that of the army which, after burning the bridges 
behind it, found a superior force in front. He could not 
retreat, and each step forward seemed to multiply his 
difficulties. Though seeking a re-election, sanguine as he 
was, he well knew that his public services were not re- 
garded favorably in Bucksport, and that the indications 
were strongly against his success. 

After a light breakfast, he entered the library in medi- 
tation. 

“ There is something wrong,” said he ; I’ll wager a 
canary-bird against an ostrich, that there is something 
wrong. Eighteen months in Congress, and fame comes 
not, and fortune flies. ’Tis only a rich man that can afford 
to sit in Congress. The office is a premium on wealth, 
not on merit, and sometimes a member has neither wealth 


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or merit— at least the newspapers say so. When I was 
elected, I had a faint, indistinct notion that I might some 
day reach a nomination for President ” — ^af ter a moment’s 
silence — “ the notion is still faint and indistinct ! ” 

Jimmie, the hell boy, brought in the mail. There were 
a half-dozen yellow envelopes, with an indefinable some- 
tliing in their appearance that indicated bills payable ; ” 
also, a newspaper. Mr. Pledgers eyed the letters with 
suspicion. 

“ I will read the paper first,” said he ; and opening it 
he began to read over the headings of the different col- 
umns. “Foreign News: Parliamentary Crisis. War. 
Famine. Bucksport: Mass Meeting of Citizens: George 

Bolton Nominated for Congress. Why, d it ! ” cried 

he, jumping up and knocking the table over, “ this is 
news ! Do they imagine that the ingrate, Bolton, can 
fill the position which I hold ? What further does the 
vile sheet say ? ” 

Seating liimself again, he read as follows : 

“Last evening, our enterprising young lawyer and fellow-citizen, 
George Bolton, was nominated for Congress from this district. If 
elected, he will undoubtedly give better satisfaction than the present 
wooden-headed incumbent has given.” 

“Wooden-headed incumbent,” repeated Mr. Pledgers; 
“ one might surmise that I had not paid my subscription 


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to this editor. But what can have suggested Congres- 
sional honors to Bolton ? — an insane freak of vain youth ! 
Let him wait until my party makes a nomination. Now, 
for my correspondence. Bills,” he said, as he opened 
them one by one. ‘‘ Bills, bills, bills ! Ah, here is one 
from Tom Blinks. I must dispense with his further ser- 
vices.” 

He arose, and with hands behind him, paced the room. 

This nomination of Bolton’s troubles me,” he said to 
himself. “To meet it I must do something that will 
make a stir ; something that will fill the broad eye of 
the public. I have it, I have it ! ” he cried aloud. “ I 
will advocate the cause of Woman; I will be the prophet 
and high-priest of Woman’s Bights ! The question is 
coming to the top in American politics ; it is boimd to 
have a hearing before the people. Why should not I be 
its champion ? Perhaps a wave of popularity will carry 
me into honor and power; Congress again, then the 
Senate, then — Oh ! it is a glorious thing to be Presi- 
dent ! ” 

He rang the bell. “ Jimmie, ask Miss Pledgers if she 
will be kind enough to attend me here,” he said ; and 
when Stephanie entered, he inquired with marked abrupt- 


ness ; 


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My darling, do you remember the promise, which you 
gave me on the day of my, election ? ” 

He could ask the question with but one intention, and 
she instantly divined his meaning. The color fled from her 
face, and on the left cheek appeared the faint outline of 
two Angers — ghost fingers; a phenomenon which was ap- 
parent only when she was swayed by strong emotions. 

^^Papa,” she answered, with forced calmness, do 
hope that you have not remembered that imprudent vow 
against me.” 

‘^Against you ? No, Stephanie ; but I have remem- 
bered it for your beneflt — ^in order to help your advance- 
ment in society, and secure your establishment in domestic 
happiness. My daughter,” he continued, placing his arm 
around her with real affection ; ^^you cannot question my 
love for you, and I wish you could perceive that in striv- 
ing to overcome your repugnance to marriage, I am 
moved only by my solicitude for your peace of mind.” 

Is there no other motive ? ” 

The look that came from the depths of her eyes forced 
him to avert his own. He proceeded, without seeming to 
notice her question : 

The Hon. Pashleigh Waldron is a rich and influential 
member. He is handsome and intelligent, and is unmar- 


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ried. He lias promised to call next week. Stephanie, 
my wishes require no explanation. In your treatment of 
Mr. Waldron, I shall expect to see the same implicit obe- 
dience to parental authority which ever marked your 
childhood and youth. But I am already late for the 
House — ^my hat and gloves, please ; good-bye daughter.” 


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CHAPTEE XL 

COUNTERPLOT. 

Alice left Bncksport Monday night, and arrived in 
Washington for breakfast, Tuesday morning. When Mr. 
and Mrs. Pledgers had given her a cordial welcome, and 
asked the usual questions concerning her journey, Ste- 
phanie, who was impatiently awaiting her opportunity, 
took her upstairs, and at once began to explain her 
dilemma. 

^^And now, Alice,” she said, ‘‘ you see the strait that I 
am in. Papa is determined that I shall marry a congress- 
man ; and he thinks it ample concession that the congress- 
man may be of my own choosing.” 

“ Has any member offered himself ? ” 

Ho,” she answered, laughing, “ and it is that which 
gives the whole thing such a tragic ridiculousness. But 
he has spoken recently of the Hon. Eashleigh Waldron.” 

^^What manner of man is he ? ” 

I have not seen him. I can only say that he is a 
bachelor — a very wealthy one, too. He was but recently 
elected, and dines here to-day.” 


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Alice’s eyes flashed with humor. “ If he comes with 
an appetite for matrimony,” she said, he must be sm'- 
feited ! ” 

“ But how ! ” 

Listen, dear. He has never seen either of us ; we 
will exchange names.” 

“ I am in the dark, still.” 

^^Tou will be Alice . Crivet, and I will be Stephanie 
Pledgers. If the honorable gentleman has a preconceived 
affection for your name, he will, thinking that I am you, 
fall in love with me ! ” 

‘‘ But papa being the matchmaker,” urged Stephanie, 
‘^our plot is too bald.” 

“What ! ” cried Alice, her eyes flashing with fun ; “ let 
a man outwit a woman in an affair of the heart ? Never !” 

“Well, I will do my part. But Alice — ” 

“ Well, what now ? ” 

“ Suppose Mr. Waldron does fall in love with you ? ” 

Alice laughed again. “Why, I will — ” 

“ What ? ” 

“ Beciprocate 1 But let us dress for dinner.” 

Meanwhile, the Hon. Horatio, communing with him- 
self to pass the time, was waiting in the parlor for the 
arrival of his guest. 


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Waldron is young, rich and influential,” said he, medi- 
tatively — “ three qualities in which, I’ll wager a floating 
chip against a steamboat, he excels myself. He is look- 
ing for a wife, and if I can bring it around, Stephanie 
shall marry him, and he shall pay my debts !’^ 

While his mind was in parturition with these thoughts, 
Mr. Hashleigh Waldron entered the room in advance of 
the servant who was about to announce him, and seized 
the hand of his host with the freedom that marked the 
younger politician. 

“ Delightful meeting, Mr. Pledgers. You look oblivious 
of all the cares of life. Mr. Pledgers, how do you do ! ” 
All the while he had been vigorously shaking the hand 
he held ; but Mr. Pledgers, with an eye free of emotion, 
looked at him with quiet benignance, and said simply, 
“Waldron, sit down.” 

“ Charming host you are, sir.” 

“ How are things ?” asked Mr. Pledgers. 

“ In my district, as full of promise as the star of Beth- 
lehem. I am just returned by an overwhelming majority.” 

“ I wish I could speak as cheerfully of mine,” said Mr. 
Pledgers. “ My mind is in great dubiosity concerning 
the result of the coming election in Bucksport.” 

“Who is the candidate of the opposition ? ” 


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George Bolton,” he responded, hotly. fellow 
whom I raised from poverty — who owes to me anything 
of worth that there is within him.” 

“ Is he popular ? ” 

I fear it. I have given him little consideration so 
far, but when I take the stump — oh. I’ll crush him ! ” 
“Well, enough of politics,” said Mr. Waldron. “ I see 
it disturbs you ; and I would rather talk upon a more 
tender subject. Sir, I occupy an honorable position, and 
have means to support it. But if I owned Creation, and 
woman was not there, like Adam would I pine ! ” 

“ Then, why are you not mated ? ” 

Waldron hesitated a moment, and then replied: 

“I have never met my ideal.” 

“ Bah ! you are visionary,” cried Mr. Pledgers. “Ah, 
Mr. Waldron, many men of finer acumen owe their 
bachelorhood to this same reason more than to the un- 
willingness of women ! What do you mean by ideal ? ” 
“A child of my soul — a will-o’-the-wisp that lives in the 
air castles of my highest thoughts — an unborn conception 
of my fancy ; in short, all that is spiritual, exalted, unut- 
terable within me unite to form my ideal woman.” 

Mr. Plodgers could not at all understand this senti- 
ment. “When I would read poetry,” said he, “ I can buy 


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a book full of it for a dollar and a half. Tell me in 
United States language what this wonderful female is 
like.” 

^^Well,” returned Waldron, “listen: She must be 
pretty.” 

“Yes.” 

“ Clever — ” 

“Very good,” assented Mr. Pledgers. 

“Affectionate — ” 

“ Of course.” 

“ Fond of music and literature — ” 

“Stuff!” • 

“And a little lucre in the background completes the 
picture.” 

“A fine wife, that,” said Mr. Pledgers ; and then he 
added to himself, “ Stephanie will answer his description, 
I think — except the background ; I’ll have to hoodwink 
him on that feature. But, excuse me,” he continued, 
aloud, “ and I will tell Mrs. Pledgers and the young ladies 
that you are here. It is now past three o’clock ; we dine 
at four.” 

As he stepped out by one door, Alice, unaware of 
Waldron’s presence, entered by the other. Seeing him, 
she paused. 


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“ I am Mr. Waldron/’ he said, rising ; I presume that 
you are Miss Pledgers ? ” 

Oh, no — that is, yes ! ” she answered, and added to 
herself, I had nearly forgotten our plot ! How wicked 
I feel for that fib ! ” 

Young ladies often mean yes when they say no,” said 
he, amused at her confusion. 

“ But never, sir, when they say it to a gentleman.” 

“ Miss Pledgers, your father has just gone in search of 
you.” 

My father ? Alas, sir, he is dead ! ” 

Dead — ^no ! I saw him in excellent health two min- 
utes ago.” 

I mean my cousin Stephanie’s father — Alice’s father 
— ^your father — ” she stopped. “What a bad schemer I 
am ! ” she exclaimed, to herself. “ Somebody’s father, 
sir, is certainly dead ! ” 

“ ’Tis not possible ! ” he answered, blankly. 

To make matters worse, Stephanie, thinking that Alice 
had been introduced, and by this time had broken the ice, 
now appeared in the doorway. Alice’s face turned crim- 
son, but she attempted to carry out their plan of present- 
ing her cousin under her own name, and again failed. 

“Miss Pledgers, Mr. Waldron — I mean Miss Crivet, 
Mr. Pledgers ! ” • 


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Wliile they were bowing in response to this ludicrous 
introduction, Waldron observed mentally that the young 
lady who had entered first was either very awkward or very 
absent-minded. But her confusion is interesting,” he 
thought. 

In order to relieve the embarrassment of the occasion, 
Alice asked him if he would be pleased to step upon the 
lawn and see her cousin’s flowers. He would be charmed, 
he said ; and together they passed through the open win- 
dow into the garden. 

Stephanie followed them with her eyes, and then fell 
a-musing. 

I am afraid,” she thought, as she seated herself at 
the centre-table, and absently opened a book, that the 
forgetfulness of Alice will soon disclose our plot.” 

She rang the bell and told Jim m ie, who answered it, 
that she would not be at home to any callers. 

‘‘ I wonder if papa would compel me to marry this 
gentleman?” she asked herself. “There is but one to 
whom I would, of my own volition, entrust my life and 
happiness. If George Bolton were only a congressman ! 
But he is not — he is not — and it may so chance that we 
will never meet each other again.” 

She started to her feet. 


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^^K~ever mind announcing me, Jimmie,” she heard a 
manly voice exclaim, “Miss Pledgers will not require 
that formality.” 

“ But, sir,” Jimmie expostulated, “ she is not at home 
— she told me a moment ago she was not at home ! ” 

“Oh, yes, I am at home, Jimmie!” cried Stephanie, 
running forward ; “ I am, I am ! ” 

Jimmie discreetly retired ; and George Bolton, taking 
her hand and drawing her again into the library, caught 
her to his breast. 

“ My sweet girl I ” 

For one moment she resisted ; and then, as their eyes 
met, she drew closer to him and her head rested upon his 
bosom. 

“ George, George ! ” she said, softly, in her glad love. 

Each read the sweet secret that lay in the eyes of the 
other; each read forgiveness for all misunderstanding; 
and as he held her closely in his arms, it seemed to him 
that all the bitterness of the past was atoned by the joy 
of this meeting. For a long time her head, reaching 
barely to his shoulder, reposed there in the full trust of 
her affection ; and when he murmured a word of sooth- 
ing, she looked up, and received her first kiss. 

“ Tears, my darling ! ” he cried, “ but they are tears of 


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joy, they sparkle like diamonds ! There — I have kissed 

them all away ! ” 

^^Oh, I am so happy here,” she said softly. ‘‘ But tell 
me, George — ^will it last ? Are you going to be success- 
ful in the election ? ” 

You are aware, then, of my plan ? ” 

“ Yes, through Alice — she is here, you know. Oh, I 
am sure you will succeed; you were always my hero, 
George.” 

Stephanie,” said he, caressing the fair head, “ you 
have ever been my guardian angel. The influence of 
your character has imperceptibly drawn mine to a higher 
standard. My thoughts are better when you are present, 
and I almost think that your sweet faith has taken hold 
of my heart, also.” 

“ I am overjoyed to hear you confess that, George ; it 
encourages me to tell you something of myself.” She 
looked up shyly. 

He waited in silence, until she whispered something, 
and paused. 

But by what line of argument does your conscience 
persuade you that Church membership is necessary?” he 
asked. 

I think it is in religion as in the world — ^for every 


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benefit bestowed, there must be at least a partial return. 
If a man aspires to eitizenship even in this free land of 
ours, he must first take the oath of allegiance. In the 
Church the act of citizenship is baptism. May I tell you 
the doctrine which I have made my own? ” 

As the earnest eyes sought his she saw he was listen- 
ing closely. 

Before baptism comes, of comse, faith. By faith we 
believe in God, in the inspiration of His word, in the 
divinity of Christ, in His atonement for our sins. Faith 
changes om’ minds, or our views of life. Bepentance 
following, changes our hearts, or our manner of life. 
Then by baptism we have set the seal to our belief. 
This is all that is required of us, and in return we receive 
remission of sin, and the crowning glory of all, which is 
the gift of the Holy Spirit. This is my religion.” 

clear exposition, Stephanie. You plainly have not 
taken the step without consideration.” 

I do not regret it. It in no way detracts from my 
enjoyment or pleasure.” 

‘‘ Stephanie, I know that in this uncertain life there is 
nothing certain but death, and Christianity is all that can 
give death an aspect which men can look upon without 
despair. I know that outside of the Bible there is noth- 


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ing by which this repugnance against physical dissolution 
can be overcome. But then the dogmas with which the 
Church has fettered this system’’ — 

“ Oh, you have nothing to do with their dogmas,” she 
interrupted pleasantly. “No dogma is inspired. You 
do not find them in the Bible ; and the catechisms and 
creeds wherein you may find them, are fast going up to 
the top shelves in old libraries.” 

“ I wish you would admit as much for certain portions 
of the Scriptures. Kemember, Stephanie, that the Bible 
was written before the age of printing, and was hidden 
for centuries in monasteries where even its own anathe- 
mas did not deter certain priests and others from altering 
the text.” 

“Wrong again, George. For the first eight hundred 
years after Christ, the books of both the Old and New 
Testaments had the widest circulation among intelligent 
and honest Chidstians. Later, their circulation was con- 
fined largely to the priesthood, and as the outcome of 
that policy the people lapsed into illiteracy, and the dark 
ages ensued. But so many of the old copies remained — 
three of them in particular, the Alexandrian, the Vatican, 
and the Sinaitic; and the allusions of the fathers of the 
Church concerning them, are so full, that it is impossible 


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for the substantial authority, veracity and integrity of the 
Bible to be successfully refuted.” 

Bolton began to perceive that the weight of the argu- 
ment was against him. He made a last attempt to main- 
tain his position. 

Would you hold for a moment,” said he ^^that this 
passage ‘ He that believeth not shall be danmed,’ is an in- 
sphation from the Father of Mercy ? ” . 

“ There are some parts,” she replied promptly, ^^whose 
value would not be in any way impaired by questioning 
their inspiration — as for instance some of the historical 
narrations, and descriptions of the old Jewish laws and 
customs. There is no need for their inspiration. But 
you will certainly not question that Isaiah was literally 
^ moved by the Holy Spirit’ to have produced his prophe- 
sies of the Man of Sorrows. When Paul urged men not 
to marry, the injunction was confessedly from himself 
alone. But when he declared ‘ the dead shall be raised 
incorruptible,’ who would be so dead to hope as to ques- 
tian his inspiration.” 

“ I well know,” responded Bolton, ‘‘ that the teachings 
of Christianity are founded upon the necessities of men. 
But the claims for Christ should be based upon the per- 
fect character of his life rather than on his authority. 


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His authority is the conclusion to which his perfection 
should lead us — ^not his perfection the conclusion to which 
his authority should lead us. In this age men must be 
moved by love, and not by fear ; and I wish you would 
permit me to class that malediction on the unbeliever in 
the same category with Paul’s advice about marriage, and 
label them all Not Inspired 

George, I wish you would read Milton with me. His 
poetry spiritually elevates us by the glimpses which it 
gives through those doors that are closed on our sin- 
veiled eyes. In proportion as we seek after sublime 
things it seems to me that our natures must become more 
sublime, until we shall be better fitted for our other life.” 

Bolton folded her in his arms. ‘‘ Stephanie,” he said, 
I have decried Christianity as not worthy of an unfet- 
tered reason, but you teach me that I am wrong. If men 
do not reach heaven through faith, they never will through 
reason. We are immortal. The mind, in which the spark 
of genius fiashes restlessly, and intelligence and knowl- 
edge burn steadily — the mind can surely never die. You 
have taught me to think that before God reason must be 
silently and reverentially submissive. Dear girl, I have 
pledged you my love — take thou also my life ; lead my 
footsteps as thou wilt, for I believe.” 


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The fair head sank again upon his bosom. He pressed 
his lips upon her forehead, feeling in the union of their 
hearts the quiet gladness of perfect love. 


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CHAPTEE XIL 

BRli! A K.iiiRS • 

A firm step was heard approaching ; the door opened, 
and Mr. Pledgers entered the library. As his eye fel] 
upon our friends, he stopped and stared at Bolton, who 
advanced with respectful mein and extended his hand. 
Mr. Pledgers barely touched it with his own fingers, and 
then stood in silence, waiting for the young man to 
speak. 

Mr. Pledgers,” said Bolton, ^^my presence in yom’ 
house, under the circumstances, must, I know, be any- 
thing but welcome to you.” 

My doors are open to all, sir,” answered Pledgers, in 
a tone that was anything but cordial. ^^What is this that 
I hear of your aspirations to my seat in Congress, sir ? ” 

The office belongs to the people, sir,” replied Bolton, 
nettled by the coolness of his reception. 

^^Well, sir,” said Pledgers, wrathfully, ‘‘ I like to see a 
man in his proper station. Bucksport is your station. 
Stephanie, have you not guests to entertain ? ” 

^^Yes, sir,” she replied, hurt by the indignity with 


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which her father had treated Bolton. ^^Mr. Bolton is 
our guest, father, and I have always thought that you de- 
lighted to honor anyone who held my friendship.” 

Bolton made a step towards her. 

“Mr. Pledgers,” he said, “ you doubtless know some- 
thing of my regard for your daughter, and it is to this 
alone that my opposition to your political course is 
due.” 

“ I hear you, young man ! ” cried Mr. Pledgers, in a 
voice that would have frightened a less persistent lover 
from his pm’pose. 

“ I have spoken with Miss Pledgers, sir, and find that 
— that this feeling is returned. I beg you earnestly that 
she may withdraw her promise to you in respect to mar- 
riage, and that you will consent to her engagement to 
me.” 

Mr. Pledgers was not wholly unaware of the senti- 
ment existing between his daughter and Bolton, and he 
had at one time given favorable contemplation to the 
prospect of their union ; but being stubborn in the pur- 
suit of anything upon which he had set his mind, he had 
long since determined not to permit any incident like 
the present one to overthrow his cherished plan of a mar- 
riage which would elevate his position in politics. If he 


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had for a moment realized the full effect of his resolution 
upon his daughter’s happiness, it is questionable if he 
ever would have given it another thought ; but in his 
egotism he was blind to any interest save his own. He 
was about to refuse Bolton’s petition, in unmeasured 
terms, when Mrs. Pledgers entered the room, obviously 
in search of him. 

Horatio — ” she began, and then exclaimed: “Why, 
George Bolton — goodness me — how pleased I am to see 
you — and true to Stephanie, I know! Bless yom* 
hearts ! ” 

Bolton smiled gratefully. 

“ Mrs. Pledgers, you always were a mother to me.’’ 

“And if it were not for my ambitious husband, I would 
be a mother-in-law to you ! — Stephanie, excuse me, dear ; 
I won’t say any more.” 

“ Hold your tongue, madam ! ” cried Pledgers, in- 
censed. “Young man, I say no to your proposal; and 
in regard to your candidacy, I assure you at the start 
that your opposition will trouble me no more than — than 
— no more than the sting of a bumble bee would trouble 
a mighty lion ! ” 

As our statesman said this, he placed his hat upon his 
head with an abundant energy that indicated disturbed 


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complacency, and walked from the room, out of the front 
door and into the street. There, a sportive blast of wind 
caught his hat and swept it a hundred feet away. Hi, 
there ! ” cried Mr. Pledgers, giving chase. The hat con- 
tinued its course down the street, the angry representative 
following in close pursuit. Occasionally he would gain 
upon it, and the hat would seem to stop for a moment ; 
but just as he would stoop to seize it, a fresh blast of wind 
would snatch it again, and away it would go. People 
stopped to see the chase, and some small boys joined in 
the pursuit. Once an excited dog caught Mr. Pledgers 
by the leg, but he swept madly onward, only muttering 
an angry oath, until the runaway hat, crushed and covered 
with dust, was at last checked by an opposing barrel upon 
the pavement ; whereupon he placed the unsightly thing 
on his head, and walked in a wrathy frame of mind to a 
stock-broker’s to read the day’s quotations. 

He found a discouraging report there. He was unused 
to stock speculations, and his investments had not been 
well placed ; and they all seemed to be turning out disas- 
trously. The Nevada stocks had fallen twenty per cent., 
the B. & Y. thirty, and other smaller interests in which 
he had taken risks, had declined in the same proportion. 

Horatio Plodgers,” he thought, as he walked home, 


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“ you are an ass ! There are twenty thousand dollars gone 
in wild-cat stocks. The outlook is terrific, very terrific. 
The sky is clouding, sir. Your establishment here has 
sunk ten thousand, and is still under a mortgage. Yom’ 
Bucksport property will soon be foreclosed — ^your term 
will soon expire — all your available capital is used up. 
Now, sir — ^what are you going to do for your wife and 
child?” 

With these gloomy refiections he entered his house, 
ill-prepared to entertain the guest whom he had invited to 
dine with him. 


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CHAPTER XIII. 

THE LAW INVOKED. 

Meanwhile, Stephanie was unfolding to Bolton the 
comedy which she and Alice were playing upon the un- 
conscious Waldron. ‘^But I am in despair,” she said; 
at dinner I fear all will be discovered.” 

‘‘Wq will try to avert that,” he replied. But, Ste- 
phanie, I must tell you of a strange occurrence — a most 
mysterious affair, which I expect will lead to interesting 
developments.” He then told her of his meeting in the 
woods a month before with Tony Grog, of the story of 
the lost heir, and of his belief that he himself was the 
oldest son of Sir Horace Osborne. For,” said he, ^4t 
was only last week that this man Grog returned to Bucks- 
port and gave me one thousand pounds, which he said 
was mine, and that more would follow when a certain 
young man, who loved money too well, would let any 
more of it out of his clutches. I suspect that this must 
be an attorney who has got the estate into his hands, and 
is trying to retain a part for himself. However, Grog 
promised that all would be made clear soon, but would 


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tell me nothing definite at present, so I have, deposited 
the money until I receive farther information. But is it 
not encouraging, sweetheart, after all these years of spec- 
ulation, to at least have the mystery unveiled ? ’’ 

I always felt that it would be,” she answered, “ but 
no cncumstances of birth or fortune could change my 
hero.” 

Flattery, my dear, must be rebuked — so there I ” 

^^Audacious youth ! ” 

“You won’t chide me for stealing that one?” 

“ I suppose I must make up my mind to it,” she said, 
with a shy laugh ; “ but here is papa ! ” and Mr. Pledgers 
entered. 

“ Stephanie, be kind enough to send Mr. Waldron here.’^ 

“ Yes, papa,” she replied, leaving the room, Bolton 
following, unmindful of an indignant stare from Pledgers. 

In the hall she said, “ George, our comedy will be un- 
masked ! ” 

“We will hope not,” he answered, pressing her hand ; 
and they delivered the message to Waldron. 

“ Can you give me the happy assurance, sir,” said Wal- 
dron, entering the library — “ can you make me the hap- 
piest of men, by saying that your daughter’s heart is free ?” 

“No doubt of it, no doubt of it,” responded Mr. Plod- 


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gers, stifling the protests of his conscience. I’ll wager a 
big apple against a house and lot, that her affections are 
not engaged.” 

Mr. Waldron began to speak, but stammered and broke 
down. Trying again, he asked Mr. Pledgers — if he — 
would — ^have him for a — son-in-law. Mr. Pledgers seized 
his colleague’s hands, and shook them warmly. 

Eashleigh ,” he said, with moist eyes, I always did 
love you as a son ! ” (He had known Mr. Waldron a fort- 
night). ‘‘ Sir, I am shedding tears of joy ! I — I trust that 
you will excuse this ebullition, but — ^but, I am a fond 
parent ! ” 

Mr. Pledgers’ head sank upon Mr. Waldron’s shoulder, 
and Mr. Waldron thought, ‘‘ What a slimy old crocodile ! ” 

When our representative recovered his self-possession, 
he said, 

“ But, Kashleigh, my daughter has just gone in search 
of you.” 

Pardon me,” answered Waldron, ^^but I have been in 
her society for the last hour.” 

^^Ah, while I was away,” said Mr. Pledgers, unaware 
of the success with which the plan arranged by the two 
young ladies was working. Eejoin her, then, by all 
means.” 


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‘‘ Cupid, wing thy shaft well ! ” cried Waldron, poet- 
ically, as he left the room. 

Mr. Plodgers folded his arms and bowed his head in 
his usual contemplative manner. 

‘^Waldron is rich,” said he; am growing poor as 
fast as fate can make me, and I have reason to be anx- 
ious about our very home. This marriage will be a good 
one in many ways. Yes, I must marry Waldron — eh? 
— oh — of course — my daughter must marry him.” 

He went to the window and looked out upon the 
lawn. 

The devil ! ” he cried, ‘‘ there are Stephanie and 
Bolten, arm in arm, and — what? — ^Rashleigh Waldron 
courting Alice Crivet, by the Lord ! Another plan 
ruined ! I say, Waldron, you are a double-faced man, 
sir — a bigamous rascal ! ” then added to himself, “ How 
the villain jumped ! ” 

Is yom^ name Plodgers ? ” 

The discomfited and angry gentleman turned around 
and beheld a mite of a boy dressed in the regulation dress 
of a telegraph messenger, and who looked like a fat 
peanut in uniform. After thoroughly scanning this di- 
minutive specimen of the gmus puer^ he replied, with 
impressive dignity: 


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Honorable Horatio Plodgers, member of Congress 
from Bucksport, and the representative of a free and en- 
lightened constituency — ^yes ! ” 

^^Well, I supppose he couldn’t get all that on the en- 
velope,” said the boy ; “ here’s a message for you, and 
eighty-five cents to pay, and manager said I was to collect 
before delivery.” 

Mr. Plodgers paid the money, and opened and read the 
message. When he had finished it his face turned pale, 
and his hand trembled so much that he dropped the tele- 
gram. He advanced a step as if to leave the room, then 
sank into a chair and groaned in anguish of spirit. The 
boy ran to -the window and yelled “ Police ! ” and Mr. 
Plodgers recovered sufficiently to go in search of his wife, 
as Bolton hastily entered. The messenger, who had 
taken up the dispatch, handed it to Bolton, who read as 
follows : 

“Bucksport, June^ 18 — . 

‘‘ To the Hon. Horatio Plodgers, Washington : 

The mortgage upon your house, farm and chattels has been fore- 
closed, and the property will be sold at public auction on Thursday, 
18th instant, at 9 a.m. 

Thomas Crump, Sheriff.''* 

‘‘ Is there an answer ? ” asked the boy. 

Yes ; wait. I fear,” he said to himself, that Blinks 
has precipitated this sale in order to help me at the polls. 


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But, tlitok Heaven, I can readily repair the misfortune.” 

‘‘ George,” cried Stephanie, entering the room while he 
was writing, her distress apparent only by the ghost 
fingers on her fair cheek, and by a slight quivering of the 
lips, ^^papa has just told me. Dear George, we are 
ruined ! ” 

“ Be calm, child,” he answered, cheeringly. “ Do you 
not know that I could pay the amount a hundred times ? 
Bead this.” 

Stephanie took the answer from his hand and read : 

Tony Grog, Bucksport : 

Attend Sheriff’s sale Thursday, 18th inst., and iDurchase for me, in 
your own name, the property of Horatio Plodgers. 

George Bolton.” 

^^Oh, Maria, Maria ! ” cried Mr. Plodgers, supporting 
his wife in his arms, ^ Ve are broke, ruined, demoralized ! 
My air-castle has fallen and crushed me ! ” 

“I always knew,” sobbed the distressed lady, ^Ghat 
your air-castle was the poor-house in disguise. Goodness 
me ! ” 

Bolton handed his message to the boy, who sped away 
with it. 

Heaven bless you, George ! ” said Stephanie, softly, 
and pressing her lips upon his brow; ‘^you are a friend 
in need and in deed ! ” 


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CHAPTEE XIY. 

FOUND AND LOST. 

Edwin Osborne was now convinced that to his brother 
was due not only the loss of half of a large estate, but 
also the ill-success which had attended his suit to Ste- 
phanie ; and his wounded feelings led him into a dissipa- 
tion for which his early habits had only too well prepared 
him. A lively sense of conscience had impelled him to 
make a partial restitution to Bolton through the agency 
of Tony Grog; but he found it hard to overcome his 
pride sufficiently to meet Bolton, confess their relation- 
ship, and place the rightful heir in possession of his own. 
Gaming and drinking were the vices which occupied his 
hom's ; and his course threatened to exhaust his own re- 
sources, and also those of his brother, if it were not soon 
mended. 

Two weeks had passed since his last interview with 
Stephanie, and he now determined to call again upon the 
young lady and plead for her consideration of his proposal. 
Ilis face was flushed, and his manner forced the inference 
that his potations had been frequent and deep. His 


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dress was arranged with faultless precision. He had re- 
membered Carlyle’s maxim, There is safety in a swal- 
low-tail,” and to the well-cut clothes was added a display 
of jewelry which made him a conspicuous personage. 

A storm had been raging all day, and night had found 
the elements in bad humor. The sky was occasionally 
parted by vivid lightning, and the distant thunder fore- 
boded a renewal of the storm. There were few people 
out of doors, and the night was lonely enough. As Os- 
borne passed into a street that was dark and deserted, he 
did not observe thi^ee men who were following him, until 
he was seized by the throat, and commanded to remain 
quiet on peril of his life. 

But he was not the man to give a voluntary acquies- 
cence to such a summons. Besides, the wine that he had 
drunk fired his blood beyond his natural courage, and he 
struck the fellow in front of him a blow that laid him 
at his feet. Help, help ! ” he cried as the other two at- 
tacked him, and then, placing his back against a street 
lamp, he began a desperate defense. For a moment he 
maintained himself well ; but the odds were overwhelm- 
ing, and he felt his strength failing under the fmy of the 
assault, when George Bolton, bound also for the Pledgers 
mansion, and who heard the cry for help, hastened for- 


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ward, and catching one of ‘the assailants by the throat, 
bore him to the ground. 

Another of the ruffians now drew a pistol and pointed 
it at Osborne, who seized it and strove to wrest it from 
him. In the struggle that ensued the weapon was dis- 
charged, and the young man sank upon the ground shot 
through the lungs. The murderer turned and fled, fol- 
lowed by his companions , one of whom snatched Bolton’s 
watch as he ran. 

^^Oh, I am hurt!” cried Osborne. Fetch a surgeon, 
for the love of Heaven I ” 

Bolton raised the head upon his arm so that the light 
from the lamp fell upon it. The face seemed familiar, 
but he could not recollect the occasion of their former 
meeting. 

The young man looked at him wildly. 

“ George Bolton ! ” he cried, almost shrieking. ^‘Was 
it you that drove them off ? ” 

“I am sorry you are hit, ^^he answered. ^^Can you 
not walk ? I will help you.” 

^^Ho. Oh, how it hurts! Bolton, listen: The story 
that Tony Grog told you is true. You are the lost son 
of Sir Horace Osborne. You are — curse that bullet! — 
my — ^my brother.” 


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Bolton pressed tlie young man to his bosom. “Oh, 
Edwin, Edwin,” he cried, “you are not dying? Let me 
carry you to some place where I can get help — there is an 
apothecary’s only a block away.” 

“No — ^it will soon be over. Bolton, I have written my 
lawyers of you. Through Tony Grog you can gain pos- 
session of all that is your own — and mine. When you — 
wed Stephanie — oh, this wound ! — say that — ^your brother 
— ^blesses” — 

His head fell back. His hand grasped Bolton’s convul- 
sively. There was a slight struggle and a gasping for 
breath. Then the eyes opened, looking far away through 
the dim light that shone upon them, and a smile played 
about the handsome face. Edwin Osborne was dead. 

The storm had ceased, and the clouds now parted as if 
to light the way for the soul that had gone forth into the 
great mystery. 


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lOT 


CHAPTER XY. 

A CALL FROM THE DOWNTRODDEN. 

Overwhelmed by tbe news that came from Bucksport, 
Mr. Plodgers obtained leave of absence, and, with his 
family, returned home the next day. Janet had the old 
mansion newly cleaned and ready for their reception. 
Many persons called at the house, but Mr. Plodgers was 
struck by the lack of enthusiasm on the part of those who 
had formerly given him their active support. The crowd 
that had received his speeches with acclamations, and 
cheered his denunciations of Herodotus -Tumkins, seemed 
now to have forgotten him. There had been no band to 
welcome him home with strains of music ; no committee 
of reception to offer him a banquet, and then send him 
the bill. In short, he was apparently of as little import- 
ance as any private citizen of the town. 

He had arrived Thursday afternoon, but too late to 
save his property. The house and farm which his father’s 
father had purchased by the toil of many years, had that 
morning been sold to one Anthony Grrog, who, after re- 
ceiving from the slieriff a deed for the property, and de- 


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daring liis intention of assuming possession September 
1st, bad departed from tbe town. This delay in ejecting 
him afforded our member partial relief from his sore 
anxiety ; for he hoped by that time to recover from his 
financial difficulties, and be able to redeem his homestead. 

The election also was to take place September 1st, and 
he at once entered upon an energetic canvass. The 
reader will remember that Mr. Pledgers had expressed 
his determination to introduce the question of Woman’s 
Eights into the discussion that would precede the election. 
Accordingly, he sent for Tom Blinks to advise with him 
upon the best manner of conducting the canvass. He 
received word in reply that Mr. Blinks was now a sup- 
porter of Bolton, and therefore could not consistently 
have any communication on politics with Mr. Pledgers. 
He then resolved to fight his own battle, and immedi- 
ately addressed a circular to his fellow-citizens on the 
subject of Female Suffrage. 

In this manifesto he declared that the time was now 
arrived when Woman must step forward and assert her 
rightful position, or forever after rock the cradle. Her 
inferior political condition was the consequence of mascu- 
line selfishness and ambition. That vaulting ambition 
had now, in the language of the noble bard, overleaped 


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itself, and fallen on its wrong side. The exclusion of 
women from the polls had permitted the election of cor- 
rupt and incompetent men to public places, where they 
had appropriated the public revenues for their own ends. 
He would overcome this evil by transferring to the ship 
of state the influence which was usually relegated to the 
hearthstone. He would, if he might be allowed to say 
so, pom* soothing syrup down the throat of the public. 
Woman was the instrument by which he would secure 
reform ; and in fmdherance of this project he begged to 
make the Woman’s Eights question the leading issue of 
the approaching campaign. If his fellow-citizens elected 
to return him to the honorable body in which he had 
already, he trusted, faithfully conserved their interests, 
he would endeavor to effect the passage of a constitu- 
tional amendment which would bestow the right of suf- 
frage upon that fair and lovely portion of our citizenship, 
which had in the past been treated with contumely and 
neglect. 

The first result of this address was that before he had 
finished his breakfast the next morning, he was waited 
upon by Mrs. General Leonidas Bragg and Mrs. Lucidea 
Applegate. Mrs. Bragg was a woman of fifty, very fat 
and very short, who wore eye-glasses, and carried an an- 


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cient-looking blue cotton umbrella. Mrs. Applegate was 
forty ; very tbin and very tall, with a rasping voice and a 
certificate of divorce for incompatibility. These creatures 
were advocates of the cause which Mr. Pledgers had so 
enthusiastically embraced. 

‘‘We come, sir,” said Mrs. Leonidas Bragg, “2^ com- 
mittee of our down-trodden sisters. Tour circular, sir” 
giving the fioor a rap with the umbrella — permit me to 
say, will place you in the front rank of philosophers and 
statesmen.” 

^^As-sm*ed-ly,” chanted Mrs. Lucidea Applegate, in a 
very high key. 

“ Sir,” continued Mrs. Bragg, “ our cause is one which 
calls upon every father, upon every man, for his fullest 
sympathy and support. The fathers of the Republic — 
the noble Washington, the ecstatic Jefferson, the lofty 
Adams, never intended woman to occupy her present de- 
graded position. No ! They would sooner, sir,” another 
rap with the umbrella, “ have suffered the cause of free- 
dom to slip into the jaws of the British Lion.” 

^^As-sured-ly,” sniffed Mrs. Applegate as chorus. 

“ Sir, you have our gratitude, and will have our sup- 
port. Every mother in your district owes it to her op- 
pressed sisters to take her babe in her arms and attend 


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you through your canvass. Your name will be lisped by 
every suckling in — ” 

‘^Oh, never mind the suckers,” interjected Mr. Pledgers, 
who had not had an opportunity to say a word. 

— ^in the town, sir,” continued the lady unheeding his 
interruption. ‘‘We supplicate you to be faithful to — ” 

^^Oh, do not betray us ! ” gasped the chorus. 

“ Lucidea, be calm. Where was I ? Oh, yes — to our 
interests ; and beg that you will never rest — as indeed we 
shall give you no opportunity to rest — ^until you have re- 
buked the tyrant man, and established woman in the 
rights which, permit me to say, you have already ac- 
corded to negroes.” 

‘^As-sured-ly,” sang Mrs. Applegate. 

“ Ladies,” replied Mr. Pledgers, making deep obeisance, 
“ my attachment for you in this matter will be of a kind 
only equalled by the attachment of David for Jonathan, 
of Damon for Pythias, of Scylla for Charybdis. Our 
cause is a great one, my opponent is a chuckle-head — ” 

^‘A mere nobody,” supplemented Mrs. Bragg. 

“And,” continued Mr. Pledgers, “ I see no reason why 
we should fail. We shall give the subject thorough dis- 
cussion on the stump, and who can say, but that a woman 
may yet, in the venerable executive mansion at Washing- 


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ton, administer the government, and sit upon the bills of 
Congress.” 

“ Sublime conception ! ” ejaculated Mrs. Bragg and the 
umbrella. 

^^As-sured-ly,” assented the seraphic Lucidea. 

Meanwhile, ladies, I have other duties to perform 
and — ” 

“Oh, pray don’t let us detain you,” said Mrs. Bragg. 
Nevertheless, she was about to begin another broadside, 
which Mr. Plodgers diplomatically averted by opening the 
door. As they took their leave, Mrs. Bragg, with a part- 
ing flourish of the umbrella, invoked him to steadfastness, 
and the chorus sang her usual anthem of approval. 


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CHAPTER XYL 

OVK CONSTITUENTS. 

After burying bis brother, Bolton remained in Wash- 
ington until the assassin of young Osborne was condemned. 
Then, after a voluminous correspondence with London 
attorneys, he at length secured possession of Sir Horace 
Osborne’s estate, retaining, however, the name he had 
always known, George Bolton. 

Owing to the peculiar circumstances connected with 
their engagement, he had not in all this time written to 
Stephanie, nor had he heard directly from her. He had 
decided to refrain until after the election from pressing a 
suit which was received with such scant favor by the 
lady’s father. 

About the middle of August he returned to Bucksport 
to conduct a canvass of the district. There was a notable 
contrast between his own reception home and that of his 
opponent. He was met at the train by Tom Blinks, and 
the same portion of the constituent body which had done 
homage to Mr. Plodgers in the last election. Blinks, 
after music by the band, delivered an address of welcome. 


HORATIO P LODGERS. 


IM 

to which Bolton, accepting with good humor the great- 
ness that was thrust upon him, made brief response, 
simply thanking the “ gentlemen,” and inviting them to 
partake of certain hospitalities which Mr. Blinks would 
dispense. 

In the course of a week the young candidate, by his 
liberality and genial manners, became the lion of the 
town. He was fluent of speech and possessed of a ready 
wit which served him well in debate. Though he pushed 
the canvass with energy and ardor, still he would have 
preferred to quietly pursue the practice of law; and it 
was only his love for Stephanie that now impelled him to 
exchange his reserved life for the unstable honors of 
public station. 

Woman’s Bights languished. Mrs. General Leonidas 
Bragg and Mrs. Lucidea Applegate, accompanied at 
times by others of their fellow sisters, inflicted almost 
daily visits upon the Hon. Horatio Plodgers ; and their 
importunities made life a hideous nightmare to that astute 
statesman. Public meetings had been held, and addresses 
made by Mr. I^lodgers and Mrs. Bragg, but the united 
efforts of the advocates of the suffi’age had failed to 
arouse either popular sympathy or curiosity. 

When, however, Tom Blinks, one week before the 


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election, announced that Mr. Bolton would take part in 
the next debate, a ripple of excitement stirred the com- 
munity. 

When the night arrived, there came also a very large 
and very motley crowd together, with the inevitable brass 
band, the transparent banners, which reflected the mottoes 
of the two adverse parties, and the small boys. On a 
stand erected in the public square, were seated the Hon. 
Horatio Plodgers, with one or two old-fogy friends ; 
Mrs. Leonidas Bragg, Mrs. Lucidea Applegate, and 
several others of the down-trodden sex. Bolton had not 
yet arrived. 

At 8 o’clock Colonel Billings Buggs stepped forward, 
and announced that they had assembled together on that 
auspicious occasion to discuss a question which concerned 
the rights of many millions of human beings. He refer- 
red to Women, collectively and individually, (faint cheers); 
and he now begged the honor of introducing a man 
whose great learning and intelligence had already received 
the recognition of his fellow-citizens, and who, he had 
not the slightest doubt, would be a second time elected to 
represent the constituency of Bucksport in our great 
National Legislature. After saying thus much, he for- 
mally introduced the Hon. Horatio Plodgers. 


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There were a few cheers, and Mr. Pledgers stepped 
promptly to the front. As he has not been before de- 
scribed to the reader, I beg now to present a partial like- 
ness of him. 

Standing in the full glare of the flickering torches, he 
looks to be a man of five and fifty years. He is tall, 
with broad shoulders and very portly bust. His head is 
large ; his hair dark and thin ; his face fat and indicating 
good nature subdued by selfishness ; he wears a mustache 
and imperial of iron gray. His dress is the conventional 
black broadcloth dress suit of a congressman, and it has 
apparently been much worn, and shows faint signs of an 
exhausted credit at his tailor’s. 

Placing the fingers of one hand in his trowsers pocket, 
he raised the other to the height of his shoulder, and 
began his address. His voice was strong and liis delivery 
had all the confidence of inferior capacity. 

^^My Fjrieots and Fellow Citizens: We are now 
upon the eve of one of the most important elections that 
has ever engaged the attention of the American people ! 
A great — a mighty question is presented for your consid- 
eration and decision, the question of Woman’s Pights. A 
question which concerns not only the town and district 
of Bucksport, but which concerns, let me say, the entire 


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area of this land of freedom, tliis cradle of liberty. 
Cradle of Liberty ! Glorious metaphor ! Methinks I 
see the American people, man, woman and child, in entire 
harmony and unity of political opinion, represented by a 
beauteous babe, occupying this cradle ! Look upon its 
fair face, unmarred by the passion of sectional strife, or 
any sense of tlie degradation of woman ! Its limbs are 
not deformed by any congenital malformation ! It is 
plump and healthy ! It has been raised on the bottle of 
Peace. It has jangled the rattle of Unity. And in in- 
fantile mirth it places its toe in its toothless gums, and 
chews and — chews ! This, my fellow citizens, is a pictm^e 
of the people in their — shall I say — Ideal Perfection. 
This is the rightful occupant of the Cradle of Liberty. 
But the Child has been disturbed, the cradle upset and the 
occupant spilt out, whilst a misbegotten urchin, whom I 
will call Man, usurps its place ! Shall this continue ? 
Pemember that our fathers signed the Great Declaration 
with the points of their bayonets ; and thinking upon 
this, you who would deny to Woman the right of suffrage, 
tremble ! 

^^Who is my opponent ? a boy — an ungrateful young 
man ; a fellow who hasn’t any wife, or any sister, or any 
mother, or mother-in-law. Does such a man know any- 


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tiling of woman’s rights ? But he is worse than this ; he 
is seeking to displace his benefactor — an ingratitude which 
you, my friends, will never tolerate. And I tell you, 
with the voice of prophecy, that on the brazen forehead 
of that young man the finger of Posterity will trace in 
brazen characters the word f r o d ! 

“ My friends, I am the candidate of the people. If 
again elected to the place which I hope I may say I have 
already occupied with ability and intelligence, I shall 
strive to revolutionize the present abnormal condition of 
our women. I would give Woman not only a vote, but 
an office. How sweet and soul-exhilarating it would be 
to see our women in Congress ! Members could vary the 
monotony of political debate by sipping tea with then* 
female colleagues. Senators could win votes from the 
opposition, and thus break the lines of party organization 
by chucking under the chin the babies of the lady sena- 
tors. . This is what I would bring about ; this is what 
would come from giving the ballot to Woman. And as 
the exemplar and pattern of that idea, I respectfully in- 
voke the support of every intelligent fellow-citizen, and 
recommend that your infiuence be exerted against George 
Bolton, the impudent personification of the Man Idea?'^ 

When Mr. Pledgers concluded his great effort, there 


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was vociferous cheering, which lasted for some minutes. 
Mrs. General Leonidas Bragg stood up and struck the 
railing such an enthusiastic blow with the umbrella, that 
the platform groaned, which caused Mrs. Applegate to 
shriek loudly. “ Be still, Lucidea,” exclaimed the lady, 

’tis only a loose board.’’ Oh,” said Lucidea, “ I 
thought it was a mouse ! ” 

It was cimous to watch the effect which the oration 
produced upon the audience. They all knew as well as 
the reader knows, that it was empty and vague, and ut- 
cerly ridiculous. And yet such was their sense of fair 
play — always characteristic of American voters — that not 
a man of them would interrupt him except with cheering 
and encouragement, ironical though it was. Good hu- 
mored attention was pictured on every face, and the ap- 
plause which followed him when he took his seat, marked 
their appreciation as much as it did their amusement. 

When the excitement had subsided, the band played a 
familiar air. Then, amidst real enthusiasm and friendly 
curiosity. Col. Billings Buggs stepped forward and pre- 
sented George Bolton. 


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CHAPTER XYII. 

THE TRUE SUFFRAGIST. 

“ Ladies and Gentlemen",” said Bolton, I am no 
orator as Brutus is ; and after hearing the argument of 
Mr. Plodgers, it is with increased embarrassment that I 
attempt to present this subject from a different view. I 
am a foe to woman’s rights ! Had I, like Humor, a 
thousand tongues, and the question were raised for my 
decision, with every one of them would I say No ! and 
yet my respect for woman and all that pertains to woman- 
hood, is the highest reach of my religion. Give w^oman 
the ballot, and she will but increase the evils which she 
stoops to correct. By bringing her mind in contact with 
the things unholy and corrupt that mark the paths of 
public life, be she pm^e as snow, she could not avert their 
potent influence ; and once departed from her modesty, 
she never rules again. If granted political equality she 
would seek to proflt by her power, and presently engage 
in the canvass, where even men of principle and strong 
endm-ance are broken and deflled. Hot only upon herself, 
liowever, but also upon the government would the retro- 


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grade be felt. Without training in statecraft, without 
knowledge of the ways of public life, without protection 
from surrounding evils, women may never be trusted to 
control our political system. 

“ True, there are instances where the courage of 
woman has shone like a star of glory, leading armies 
to victory, subduing tyranny and redressing oppressions 
upon mankind. There are instances where her eloquence 
has thrilled the people, and where her wisdom and counsel 
have secured their prosperity. But through all ages her 
power has been felt chiefly through those quiet, unseen 
influences which mould the characters of men in every 
station. 

“ I would not be understood to mean that woman should 
be debarred from all privileges save to rock the cradle or 
order the dinner. Her sphere, though it be within doors, 
is higher than this. The arts invite her study ; the pro- 
fessions partly come within her scope. Painting, Sculp- 
ture, Music, Literature — these become the crowning joys 
of her endeavors. But more exalted are those plain and 
homely duties of the household. There she is supreme ! 
There her place can never be usurped ! Who can All the 
mother’s place ? the sister’s ? the dear wife’s ? My friends, 
woman’s right is to be loved, and caressed, and protected 


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— ^and for tliis was she created. Her place is Home. There 
she is queen. If she would control politics it is there her 
influence must work. To make her a President, a sena- 
tor, a representative, or to give her the ballot that she 
may make herself either of these, I say forever. No ! 
But to protect her in her rights at home, all the manhood 
that is within me stands enlisted ! ” 


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123 


CHAPTEE XVIII. 

SOMEBODY BLUNDERED. 

It was the first of September, and the great election 
was proceeding quietly. Tom Blinks was on the ground 
all day, moving deftly among friends and opponents. Mr. 
Pledgers was there, too, and tried to carry a bold front ; 
but his face was haggard, and he seemed ill at ease. To- 
day was the crisis in his career. If he secured the election, 
there was a chance to retrieve his waning fortunes. If 
he failed, home and position were immediately lost to 
him. His credit had been stretched to the last cent, and 
his friends in all quarters had been taxed for favors, until 
now he stood upon the brink and there was no retreat. 

The day was perfect. The blue depths of the heavens 
were clear, with the exception of a few feathery clouds 
which were fioating lazily about, and seemed merely for 
their own amusement, to be continually assuming new 
shapes. Suddenly there appeared a small dark spot in the 
far horizon, which gradually grew larger and larger, until 
it seemed to cover the whole sky. Here and there a blue 
eye would peep out, struggling in vain against that huge 


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black monster, which looked as if it were bent upon de- 
stroying everything before it. After a few warning 
growls from it, the blue eyes disappeared. Soon, the 
whole sky was illuminated by brilliant flashes, which 
seemed to challenge a battle. Low mutterings of thunder 
were heard in response, which swelled louder and louder, 
until at last a flerce conflict raged between the elements. 
The trees swayed and tossed their branches wildly about, 
as if entreating help. Suddenly, with an awful crash, a 
giant elm was split to its root, and fell prostrate to the 
earth, struck by lightning. Great drops of rain came 
splashing down, which seemed to be wrung from those 
sorrowing blue eyes by the havoc of the storm. By and 
bye, the warring elements, exhausted by the fury of the 
flght, relaxed their ardor. The dark clouds rolled away ; 
the sun shone forth ; and all was once more bright and 
beautiful. 

Stephanie Pledgers watched the storm from a window 
in the library. 

Mother,” she said, when the clouds began to roll 
away ; “ this scene inspires me with awe and reverence. 
How quickly the light has followed the darkness. It is a 
good omen.” 

They were making preparations to leave their home. 


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125 


and it was sad work for both. Jdrs. Plodgers had seated 
herself at a table and was weeping violently. Stephanie 
was placing her clothing and trinkets in a trunk, stopping 
occasionally to wipe away a tear, as the reminiscences of 
former happy days came back to her. 

Dear mother,” she said, placing her hand upon the 
weeping lady’s head, ^^we must leave our house — the place 
where I was born— and turn our backs upon it — and upon 
the past. For eighteen years — think of it, dear mother! 
we have lived here so happily ! The sweet memories 
come tripping back like fairy dreams. The dear friends, 
the familiar scenes, the old homestead — we leave them all, 
dear mother, and go forth with father to seek a humbler 
home.” 

“Oh,Napolum, Napolum,” sobbed Mrs. Plodgers, ^^your 
history should have taught my husband the evils of ambi- 
tion 1 ” 

This frock, mother,” said Stephanie, catching up a 
faded dress — put it on ten years ago, and George 
Bolton and I went through the woods hand in hand, sing- 
ing merrily, and building castles in the air as high as the 
trees that stood around us.” 

George Bolton ! ” exclaimed Mrs. Plodgers, starting 
up with indignation. Never mention the name of that 


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man again — ^he wlio from early childliood lias been treated 
as our son ! Had lie a spark of manhood, he would repay 
our generosity now that we are in trouble, instead of 
using his wealth for his own selfish ends ! ’’ 

‘‘ Nay, dear mother, you wrong him,” answered Ste- 
phanie, gently; am sure you wrong him. By my 
father’s conduct he is so placed that it would be unmanly 
in him to proffer aid — and unwomanly in us to receive it 
from him ! But father is coming — can the election be 
over ? ” 

“ May I be sunk in oblivion,” cried Mr. Pledgers, as he 
burst into the room, “ if I am not first cousin to that 
Irishman who never opened his mouth but he put his 
foot in it.” 

Stephanie stepped shyly to his side. 

Papa, is George elected ? ” she asked. 

‘‘Papa^ is George elected ? he said, mimicing her. 

Don’t be so fond of the chuckle-head’s name ! Ste- 
phanie, those election tickets you placed in my pocket ” — 
Yes — ^were they not the right ones ? ” 

They nearly worked my ruin.” 

“ How ? I thought you said they would help you ? ’ 

“ I went down to the polls with the election tickets in my 
overcoat pocket. Tom Blinks — may he die in poverty ! 


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127 


was there, working for Bolton. 1 laid my overcoat down 
and went to take a drink ” — 

Horatio !” cried Mrs. Pledgers. 

‘‘ Papa ! ” said Stephanie. 

“ — of water. Meanwhile, the villain Blinks, aided by 
a crew of Bolton’s men, took the tickets from my pocket, - 
and replaced them with a lot of Bolton’s tickets.” 

^^Tes — the result?” cried Stephanie and her mother in 
a breath. 

Blinks and his friends left me. I, unwary of the 
trick, determined to press those tickets upon the voters. 

A citizen entered. I drew a ticket ” — 

A Bolton ticket ? ” asked his wife. 

^^A Bolton ticket, or may I be shot ! I drew a Bolton 
ticket from my pocket, and approached the son of a ” — 

“ Horatio ! ” 

«Papa!” 

— ‘‘ of a glorious republic, and said to him, ‘ My friend, 
you owe a duty to your country, to society, and to your- 
self. The individhal, sir, who would, in an election where 
there is so much at stake, vote for any person other than 
he whose honest and unsullied name is on this ticket ’ ” — 
Still a Bolton ticket ? ” his wife enquired, incredu- 
lously. 


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“ Still a Bolton ticket/’ replied the statesman, ^ is un- 
worthy,’ I continued, speaking to this man, ^ of the privi- 
lege of an American citizen.’ And he took the ticket, and 
voted it for Bolton, although he had mtended to vote 
for me.” 

By this time,” said Stephanie, you discovered the 
trick.” 

“ No, my daughter,” he replied, with pathetic mortifi 
cation. My stupidity had not yet reached the apex. I 
continued to assiduously distribute those tickets of Bol- 
ton’s, until my exertions gave him about sixty-three votes 
which otherwise would have been cast for me ! ” 

Stephanie resumed her packing. Mrs. Pledgers looked 
long and hard at her husband. 

Horatio,” said she. 

Maria, my love ? ” 

“ You are an idiot ! ” she cried. 

“ Maria ! ” 

Horatio ! ” 

“ I know it ! ” said he. ‘^When I had thus turned half 
my friends and all the doubtful votes into Bolton’s ranks, 
I discovered the trick. I would I were a roar that I 
might live in a sea-shell ! — ^but I still hope for a ma- 
jority.” 


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129 


CHAPTEE XIX. 

THE PROMISE KEPT. 

Stephanie,” exclaimed Mr. PlodgerSj as he dis- 
covered his daughter’s avocation, are you going on a 
journey? ” 

Papa,” she answered, slowly, the sheriff will be 
here at five, and we must leave our home.” 

“ The sheriff,” he repeated ; I had forgotten that ! 
Has either of you learned who has purchased the 
house ? ” 

“ One Tony Grog,” replied Mrs. Pledgers, “ but who 
he may be I cannot say.” 

At this moment loud cheering was heard in the street. 
They all ran to the window. Bolton’s name was sounded 
by a hundred voices. 

That means that he is elected ! ” said Mr. Pledgers, 
quietly. “ It is five o’clock and the polls have closed. 
Maria — Stephanie,” - he continued, while his trembling 
voice marked the sincerity of his emotion, “ all I had, 
and all you had, I staked on this chance. I could not 
withstand the allm^ements of public life. I hoped, if sue- 


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cessful this time, to amend the errors of the past. But 
my eyes are opened too late ! The time is at hand,” he 
cried, as he folded them in his arms and their tears 
mingled in common sorrow, when we must turn our 
backs upon the home that has sheltered us through so 
many years ! God forgive me, for it is my fault, and in 
my old age I cannot gain another home ! ” 

As the clock struck five the door opened, and Tony 
Grog, followed by his faithful son, Richard Bosworth, 
hobbled into the room. 

“ It is Tony Grog,” whispered Mrs. Pledgers. 

Mr. Pledgers turned and looked him over from head to 
foot. 

And is this the kind of man,”he cried, wrathf ully, ‘‘ that 
would turn tender women from their homes ? Had he a 
title signed by every sheriff in America, I would put my 
protest on it — thus ! ” 

As he advanced in a threatening manner, and raised 
his arm to strike, Tony stepped aside in some alarm, and 
losing his balance, fell prostrate. 

Floored, by gad ! ” he cried. 

The spirit of Plantagenet blazed up in Richard Bos- 
worth. Ho, that I was a bigger sprig nor I ham ! ” he 
exclaimed. 


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131 


Ho, that I had the sword which I fit into the Crimean 
war ! ’’ yelled Tony. 

Mr. Plodgers might have committed vengeance upon 
the intruders, had not Tom Blinks, with Janet on his arm, 
appeared in the room. 

Tom Blinks,” cried Mr. Plodgers, who’s elected ?” 

I have persuaded Janet to say that / am,” said Tom, 
unconsciously; and Janet blushed. 

Other steps were heard upon the threshold. Ste- 
phanie opened the door, and the Hon. E-ashleigh Waldron 
and Alice Crivet, both looking very happy in the light of 
a recent explanation and exchange of confidence, were 
seen on the threshold. 

^^Kashleigh Waldron!” exclaimed Mr. Plodgers, step- 
ping forward, of all men, you are most welcome. But 
how comes it you are in company with my niece ? ” , 

I always supposed she was yom* daughter, sir, until my 
arrival here one hour since. But, happily, my regard is 
for herself, and I care not whose daughter she is.” 

But, Stephanie, you — ^you love Mr. Waldron, don’t 
you ? ” he inquired, ill-pleased with the turn affairs were 
taking. 

Ho, papa.” 

“ But who’s elected ? ” cried Mr. Plodgers, returning 
to the topic which was uppermost in his mind. 


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“ Why, sir,” said Tony Grog, “ if ye hadn’t floored me 
so sudden I was agoin’ to tell you. George Bolton, my 
master, sir, was elected by a large majority.” 

‘‘George Bolton — your master repeated Mr. Pled- 
gers ; “ then this house belongs to him % ” 

“ It do, sir.” 

“Maria — Stephanie,” said he, “it is flve o’clock. 
George Bolton is coming — ^let us give liim undisturbed 
possession of his house. Come with me, my wife and 
child, for I cannot go alone ! Come, wife — and you, my 
jewel. George Bolton, whom we have raised in this 
house, is now its master — ^we must go ! ” 

Mr. Plodgers took his wife and daughter to his arms, 
and, holding his head erect, with his dormant manhood 
and tenderness now asserting their dignity, he started 
with Arm step toward the door. Mrs. Plodgers took a 
fond glance at the old room with its simroundings. Ste- 
phanie looked wistfully at the friends, who seemed paral- 
yzed when they should have been most active. As the 
three reached the door, a step was heard in the hall and 
George Bolton entered. 

“ Mr.- Plodgers,” he cried, “ one moment, please.” 

They all turned, and Stephanie’s face looked as if an 
angel were whispering words of hope in her ear. 


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133 


Mr. Pledgers, two years ago you secured a promise 
from your daughter that she would marry only with a 
member of Congress — a promise from which you have 
since refused to release her. I loved her then — I had 
loved her for years, and believed that I could win her 
afiection in return. But in the face of this promise, 
what was I to do ? Only one course lay open to me by 
which I might hope to win her hand. I have been sue-' 
cessful : behold, sir, my certificate of election to the Con- 
gress of the United States ! ” Despite his efforts, he 
could not conceal his pride in this announcement. 

“ Bolton,” said Mr. Plodgers, with quiet dignity, “ may 
you represent the people better than I did. We will not 
dispute your possession of the house.” 

He again turned to go. 

One word more, sir. To-day your creditors held a 
meeting, and every claim was paid. As to this house, I 
do not want it. I beg you, sff, from my heart, to accept 
it from one who still owes much to you for your kindness 
in his youth.” 

Mr. Plodgers felt now as he had never felt since his 
own young manhood, when he had won the love of his 
present wife. 

“ Bolton,” he said, with a husky voice, “ I have wronged 


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you more than I have wronged all others, or myself. I 
will make what reparation I can.” He took his daughter’s 
hand tenderly, lovingly. My own folly, sir, has left me 
but one treasure — one bright jewel that I have saved 
from the general wreck. Take her, sir — for, from the 
bottom of my heart, I say, you have won her ! ” 

Bolton’s eyes filled as he felt the warm pressure of the 
soft hand within his own, and he gently led her away 
from those whose gaze only increased her embarrass- 
ment. 

“Will you consent to my marriage with your niece, 
sir ? ” asked Rashleigh Waldron. 

“ If she says so, so say I,” he replied. “ But it was a 
sly trick, Alice ! ” 

“And, please, sir,” said Janet, as red as a berry, “I 
would like to give notice to quit, if dear Mrs. Pledgers 
can get other help ? ” 

“ Take her. Blinks,” said Mr. Pledgers, “ but see that 
you never change the tickets again ! ” 

“Oh,” said Janet, as she felt Blinks’ arm around her 
waist, “ this is so romantic ! ” 

“And now, Maria, my life,” said our ex-member, turn- 
ing to her in entire contentment and with a sunny face, 
“ now that I am once more a plain country gentleman, 


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135 


who is contented with what he already owns — let me em- 
brace you ! ” 

^^My sentiments, Janet,” cried Tom Blinks. 

^^And mine, Alice,” whispered Waldi’on. 

“Yes, but we are not related as uncle and aunt are,” 
she interposed, resisting. 

“ But soon shall be if you will consent ? ” he said. 

W^hen Night threw her dark veil over the busy world, 
George Bolton and Stephanie Pledgers sat together un- 
der the elm tree in front of the old house. The moon 
peeped at them over the hill ; the twinkling stars seemed 
conscious of their happiness ; and even the leaves of the 
old tree dropped dewy tears of gladness. 

He held her closely to his heart, and they talked softly 
of them early love, of their separation, of his struggles 
and her grief ; of his success, his hopes for the future, 
and his present plans. She said that she would share his 
work with him; and their efforts should always be 
mutual, so that, as they went onward, each would feel and 
rely upon the sustaining ability of the other. In the 
sweet communion of that hoim their souls, and all that 
was divine within them, seemed merged and interchanged. 
‘Love is not of the earth, earthy ; nor were cur lovers so 


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to-night. After the experience of the past, they felt 
drawn by an unseen power to each other ; and all that 
was noblest and best in* either seemed now aroused, as if 
from sleep, 

“For they walked 

Wearing the light yoke of that Lord of love 
Who stilled the rolling wave of Galilee.” 


To-day there is in Washington a young statesman whose 
wisdom and eloquence, together with his integrity and firm 
character, are fast gaining the respect and favor of the 
people. This is George Bolton. His ambition does not 
mislead him, and the elements of success seem sown in 
his nature. The progress that he is making is surely on- 
ward and upward, and keeping close pace with him in in- 
tellectual and moral sympathy is the patient, loving wife, 
who, with hand, and heart, and word, partakes of all his 
labors. It is she who dispels the perplexities that beset 
him ; she who assists his plans with wisest counsel ; she 
who smooths the rugged fmTOWS of his path. And it is 
she whose daily life, in its modesty and worth, unfolds to 
him the priceless treasure he possesses in her perfect 
love. 


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